life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go
where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it...
this is a kind of death.
~yes i been reading, what to do with those wee hours in the evening, when in half sleep... half dream...i read, the sweet words from Anais Nin. than i can do my art, new piece by the way, can you tell i am dreaming of spring? please dont forget about the giveaway below...xo