Âme Sweet Âme

''Regard perçant de sagesse fougueuse''. En mémoire de ma chère amie Tonya. Last week took place my third art show in this country (and the fourth over the past 12 years). As usual, I was scrambling at the last minute to pack my items, some more fragile and delicate than others, a semblance of a lunch (consisting of leftover dolmas, blueberries, almonds and dark chocolate), a water bottle, and even watercolors, a glue stick and papers in case I had time to finish some cards I had started (and was having a really enjoyable time designing). When everything was finally decently arranged and loaded in the car, I had 45 minutes between the car ride (fortunately less than a minute long since the venue happened to be the country club up the hill) and the beginning of the event. Which means I had roughly 40 minutes to park, unload and carry my stuff, trouble-shoot (there is always the disconcerting  discovery of a thing painfully missing -and useful- that I forgot), dispose my ...