I'm at the Public Library in Downtown Thomasville[that's in Georgia]; there's an exhibit set-up in the Flipper Room, and I'm kicking my own derriere for not being there at 1:30 PM yesterday, when two wonderful ladies hung all the artwork; at nearly 70, I have managed to totally space-out my commitment, until after several cups of coffee this morning; I could have learned so much valuable information about these artists and their 'association,' during the hours needed to bring in the 'canvases' and space, hang and tag the many wonderful pieces brought up from Tallahassee[ https://pinesandpalms.org/index.php/artist-members/ ].
If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud. ― Émile Zola
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THE VIEW FROM ON HIGH
Non-Fictioneclectic mix of mindful reflections on today's most problematic 'social norms'
