Morning thoughts

I'm always looking for moments while forgetting I'm in one. Cause' it might not have that Feeling I'm looking for. It might be stressful, or boring, or directionless. It might have no aim.
These moments I run away from. Even writing this is an escape. I imagine this is a different kind of life than our ancestors lived, whose work may not have been motivated by money, or fame, or wanting to feel important.  But by want, and necessity, and acceptance of their place as humans. And by love? A boring kind; passionless and evenly spread out.

Art Opening for First Friday

Hey folks!  Come stop by Hedonist Artisan Chocolate and Ice Cream this Friday from 6pm-9pm.  They are displaying some of my more recent works as well as providing samples of their Earl Gray Caramels.
Check them out at:
www.hedonistchocolates.com
and
www.hedonisticecream.com
or better yet, stop by Friday to 672 South Avenue, Rochester, NY!
Hope to see you there!