"Art is a lie that tells the truth" -- Pablo Picasso
Friday, March 20, 2009
This is the one time of year when I really miss Texas. When the bluebonnets, paintbrush, Mexican hat, and Indian blankets bloom, the whole state turns into a vast Persian carpet. My father and I used to drive out to the countryside south of Dallas just to look at the whole spectacle. The fragrance and the butterflies filled the air. The Mockingbirds sang, and at sunset, the creeks rang with choruses of spring peepers.