Today was Easter and I painted and sold this little bunny. Someone very special got him.

Then I went to an event that had nothing to do with the holiday. One of my favorite collectors is moving to San Francisco, taking my paintings with her, and today she wanted friends to come by and take some of the stuff she won’t be bringing with her. It was a nice opportunity to say goodbye, also, having been on the other end of this moving and purging experience many times, this was obviously very much up my alley. I thought of the many things I’ve left behind as I left places and whole potential lives behind.

From my friend’s stuff I took a comfy chambray shirt, a book by Joan Didion, and a few other stray items. I wondered if perhaps this is some kind of karmic dance, and if the things one releases find a way of coming back in a different form.


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