I am on a roll, the sunshine has inspired me to paint the Mother of Pearl poem on my door. I’ve been thinking about it for ages. As I was in the yard I heard a child outside in the street chanting the poem in a very rhythmical way and then there were more voices talking but I couldn’t catch what was being said. Thank you for your poem Mine.
We are indeed having extraordinary weather, after the wild rainstorms washing off my designs in the winter to not being able to paint in the middle of the day because the paint dried too quickly in the sun and turned into a sticky globalular mess. Global Warming anyone?
The Pearls of Pearl Street 