...another month falls unnoticed like a silent leaf withering and floating away from the tree of our collective creativity. ...we stop and ask ourselves this "was it a good run? ...did we give it our all?" do we look back fondly on the myriad of memories generated through our devotion not only to the craft of artistic expression but also to one another and the kinship of connection.
i like the rest of you have no answers, only black hole questions which haunt my thoughts and disturb my nightly hours of slumber ~ is there no future for the thursdayart brotherhood?
