Somehow I have found myself tucked away in my studio in the forest, hours flying by, with no interruption.  Not even music.  I hear the breeze rustling through the trees, the calls of the birds, the tooting of the trains as they pass down in the valley below.  Finding deer just outside my balcony.  The ideas are coming fast and furious, mostly landscapes, dancing Stoney women, and myself, in one painting – trying to make sense of it all.  So much stimulation from artist’s talks about their own work to critiques in my studio (very valuable) to a chance encounters with like minded people but with a different story to tell.