“Hands are the tools of the painter, the artist.” Agnes Varda
I recently attended a music weekend with my brother, Dan. Of course, there were vendors in attendance. I resisted the magic potions that would give me so much energy that I’d be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.
I also resisted the baubles, bangles, and bright shiny beads. Didn’t purchase any of the CD’s by the performing artists. My brother purchased them for me as a gift. Thanks, Dan.
What I did spend on was a piece of art work that I can take with me wherever I go for 2 to 3 weeks. I got hennaed.
Although there are numerous writings about the meaning of henna designs and the uses of the aforementioned, I got the tattoo because I think henna designs are lovely. That’s a good enough reason.
Just because. Why not!
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.