I stopped by Tim's painting studio the other day, around the corner from Gronsagen. He is working on a very large canvas that he says is a cow's head. I don't care what it is. It's spectacular.
And the studio too. (I got a new camera! - can you tell???) Every corner was poetry, and it made me miss my mother so much.
I love you, and I miss the smell of oil paint and varsol in our house and canvases on the walls changing with the seasons and your latest work.
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