jaeleslie

I'm the lai, with no sort Of grave, solemn thought, And I Will never be caught By miseries sought, Nor sigh; Where battles are fought Or arguments brought, I fly. What Poetry Form Are You?

Yeah, it's been a while. I've been out. Did I mention the Art Fair on the Square? Then driving across Indiana, and into the wilds of Ohio. The international calligraphy conference for a week, where I wrote on lots of people again (took classes working on Don't Think design, and thoroughly thought out design). Then came back and went to the American Players Theatre (Pygmalion). Study group with local artists (review design and mixed media). The State Fair. APT again last night (The Cherry Orchard). Busy busy busy. Wrote two apazines too. Next it's more study group (gilding, and brush lettering), pickanick with the parks staff which is usually a fine drunken brawl, a quick trip to the Chicago suburbs for a birthday party, more APT (Hamlet). Next week, I'm afraid to look.