She's An Artist Ring opal frangipani and bowls of oranges

frangipani and bowls of oranges everywhere

the soft pencil lines are sightly smudged

the corner of the pier

the battered easel

She's An Artist Ring opal frangipani and bowls of orangesThe day smells like snow, the soft roll of cloud quieting the birds, wood fire smoke in the air filling you with anticipation. The studio feels like a hothouse, ferns and anthuriums everywhere, elephant ears and fiddle fig trees snug among pots of paint, the battered easel. Your grandmothers prisms on the windowsill, a geodesic dome in pastels. Leonard Cohen on the record player, crooning to the bowl of tropical fish, their scales a symphony of color,