And those who were seen dancing were thought
to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
I am liking this new found freedom of throwing things down, giving myself only a few minutes to do each task. I am not thinking about it as I do it even though I hear my inner critics' words tell me, "Wait! Do you really want to put that there?"
"Yes, and be quiet!" I say.
I am finding it amusing to throw in old photos into my art work.
Kokoro, I have read, means heart, mind and soul in Japanese.