Oh, how I love these periods in life where you don't have to do anything. Christmas has come and gone, new year's eve will take care of itself, and all the things I wanted to do are done.
In theory this would leave a lot of time for art. However, in real life it means I'm visiting musea, planning trips to Paris and New York, watching Oprah, catching up with old friends and decorating the house I have not yet bought in my mind. Although I traditionally hate winter, I've gained a new appreciation for it. If every winter week is like this one, I might even have to rethink my position on Febuary, formaly known as "the bleak pitt of despair sprin