The City

“I am sore wounded, but I am not slain, I’ll lay me down to bleed a while, then I’ll rise to fight again.” ~ John Dryden

Art is truly appreciated there, Poet. You can tell.

It lives and breathes
Not always pretty
But with purpose

Thx A

Love this PS. 👏🙂

Thank you Summer 👍😻👏💙

I often dream of moving to a place where art is revered. in my little town, it's seen as a nice little hobby. not as a need. not as something in our DNA. it's not important.

but the noise! and i'd miss my hills and front porch. so i stay put.

Everyone needs to be where they fit....
It might be that simple....

I think I could really love city life.... but then I also thrive in nature, so.... there's always an edge that sticks out no matter where I try to fit.
This visual makes city look pretty appealing. 😊

I’ve always lived in cities with the exception of my pre-college years.  Even then I was going to the city to see music and theater.  So it’s my DNA.  I enjoy more rural life too.  My nephew just moved off the grid.  When the evil juju virus calms down, need to go spend some time there ...
Gimme both

Dear P,

I like how the art matches the print. You can see and feel both sides of living in the city. The jagged and pointy harshness covered by the alluring colors and wonder. Great write! H🌷

Thanks H

It's a strange time here, stuck in a weird purgatory
The art remains however ....

Like a ticker tape parade, it feel happy and celebratory in the big city.

Agree, almost like my Knicks finally wining a championship after 50 years and getting their due !

Thx Mister W