he is the launch. I'm trying to think appropriately important thoughts, but all I can think of is that I want to turn on the fan and work on my paintings that are stretched out and started. They are a riot of watercolor pigments on beautiful cold press Arches paper all the way from France. Bless those people for what they do. And those gorgeous pigments. Every color is a richness in itself.
A moment to think of Bill Richeson, Bradley Bailey's grandfather, Debbie Richeson's husband and Gray Bridges' father. A picture of Debbie leaving the cemetary. Strong, beautiful and widowed. She is nana to the grandchildren who have loved her and feared her.
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