midway

one of my studio mates is listening to Fleetwood Mac.  every now and then, he sings along as he paints.  every now and then, we all do.  it's monday night.  i'm sipping beer from a wine glass and we've all got our doors flung wide.  we walk in and out of each other's spaces whenever we want.  i can hear the music as clearly as if i were playing it in my own studio.  it's like art school but without papers to write.  it's like science camp but without bedtimes.

this is all such a big damn beautiful gift.