I spent the day at my Father's storage going through his art work for an upcoming exhibition in Paris. My gut feeling that it would be painful, but the fact is I love my Dad's work and it didn't throw me into the past, but into some other place where 'art' takes one to. Does that make sense?
The weather is kind of stinky hot, which puts me in a motion that I should stay in bed with the windows wide open till this heat wave leaves my neighborhood.
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