Time Lines

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Today when I opened the sketch journal where all these piece are being kept until the fun-a-day event/exhibit, I stared at the white page.  It didn’t seem like I was getting off to a good start. I sat drinking my cinnamon Starbucks coffee and stared some more. Then I happened to look across my studio, eh bedroom, and notice the box of hair dye sitting there on my bureau. Sometimes I find myself thinking about time and aging.. and covering up those pesky white hairs — white hair really stands out against dark brownish-red hair. One minute I was young with an old mind, and the next shit I’m not getting any younger! I try not to obsess and freak out about it, but sometimes it does hit me.

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