This is the closest I came to art today, other than painting my walls and pulling my house apart. In the midst of chaos however, art can be found in the most simplest of things. Here, an old bench and lamp, thrown in a corner out of the way of the paintbrush and tarps. The lamp is lovely, the bench torn up by my cats over the years. It needs a face lift, and I am debating upon how I can keep its integrity while hiding the flaws. (Oh what us middle aged plus women do!)
I love the color, the objects, the mood.
So I leave you with the light of the lamp to guide you on your darker journeys.
To the light, Patti