I drove to West Sacramento last night. I saw a stopped train from Seattle that reminded me of being fourteen. I got off the freeway and went to look at it. Some times it feels good to stop going eighty miles an hour for awhile.
I enjoy painting and would like to her criticism and know how and if I am ready to take further steps into the art world. As I said, I am happy just painting away and practicing, but I wonder what the world thinks. . .