Leaving

Leaving the studio tonight, she caught my eye.  She has watched over my watercolor table for years and now I’m working in a different room.  I don’t know whether to move her or get another old soul to watch over me while I work with wax.  For some reason, moving her doesn’t seem like a good idea.  

I’ll think about it.

Speaking of old, I drive by the Tip Top every day.  It’s closed now but I remember when my son’s band wanted to play here.  Maybe they did, I can’t remember.  I  should remember something like that and I should have been worried about it.  

Only a couple of hours at the studio today but it was good.