When I was making this letter, I didn’t have a plan except for the word. Then the placement of the letters. Then the color and then the snowlike brush strokes. They came to me, I didn’t create them. That’s the magic of art and the process is a journey.
We went to the Brick House for lunch after a stop at the Michael’s for some picture frame that Leo is looking for. He actually printed 6 of my words on a 8×11 photo paper and wanted to frame it.
The food was ok but both of us came home with tummy aches. I still can’t think of food right now. It could be the calamari. The wild mushroom flatbread wasn’t very good either. The bread was hard and chewy, there was very little mushroom or arugula.
