Futh sits in the den playing chess via internet with someone somewhere else in this wonderful webbed world.
I sit where Muth used to sit on the loveseat in the nook in the dining area, open up my traveling art kit, and become pure contentment.
This postcard holds it all: the quietly gray wintry Friday, the anticipation of snow, the father-daughter companionship, the mother-daughter memories, the day off from routines and responsibilities at home, the complete presence of creating art.
5x4", acrylic, ink, and wax pastels on manila stock
[not for sale]