Living with an artist is the best living
What a beautiful piece of writing.
Gorgeous.
Lovely. Really lovely. Thank you.
Many colors on your palette, Lucian.
Lovely, thank you for that!
Beautifully written!! Thank you👍
[...] "air so clear you can see the gravel at the bottom of your soul." Wow! what a turn of phrase. Beautiful!
beautiful poetry of seeing the color of souls in that light, more please
Nice respite from usual musings. Thanks for the pause that refreshes.
Its always about the light...vermeer, hopper, okeefe
Beautiful, Lucian....beautiful Tracy! Sharing the early morning is perhaps the perfect metaphor for your lives together...
What a magnificent essay. Apparently, East End light is perfect for writers as well as artists.
It gives good material.
I love this piece. It’s always a pleasure reading about joy.
Goodness Lucian you’re as bad as me. Don’t you ever sleep like a normal human being? [its 1 a.m. Long Island time and he just ❤️ed this comment]
😉
Beautiful writing, Lucian, all of it; but I especially revelled in the line that ended "... in air so clear you can see the gravel at the bottom of your soul". Priceless. Thank you.
What a beautiful piece of writing.
Gorgeous.
Lovely. Really lovely. Thank you.
Many colors on your palette, Lucian.
Lovely, thank you for that!
Beautifully written!! Thank you👍
[...] "air so clear you can see the gravel at the bottom of your soul." Wow! what a turn of phrase. Beautiful!
beautiful poetry of seeing the color of souls in that light, more please
Nice respite from usual musings. Thanks for the pause that refreshes.
Its always about the light...vermeer, hopper, okeefe
Beautiful, Lucian....beautiful Tracy! Sharing the early morning is perhaps the perfect metaphor for your lives together...
What a magnificent essay. Apparently, East End light is perfect for writers as well as artists.
It gives good material.
I love this piece. It’s always a pleasure reading about joy.
Goodness Lucian you’re as bad as me. Don’t you ever sleep like a normal human being? [its 1 a.m. Long Island time and he just ❤️ed this comment]
😉
Beautiful writing, Lucian, all of it; but I especially revelled in the line that ended "... in air so clear you can see the gravel at the bottom of your soul". Priceless. Thank you.