There are many things in life that make no sense to me, and now that I live in Arizona, I find most things to be a bewildering blur of excess. I did a book last year on the theme of the Seven Deadly Sins. Each "sin" had a person peeking out from behind an illuminated manuscript inspired framework. This one happens to be "Gluttony." I wonder what he spies from behind the border of his page? He reminds me of the guy in the Hummer in front of me that refused to let me merge.
People here are enormously wound up in appearances, be it cars, clothes, or hair color. A friend who is developing the tiniest streak of grey tells me someone had remarked how confident she must be to wear it.
If grey hair is indicative of wisdom and confidence, I must be Yoda. *
Buy some art. You know you can afford it, and I need the money. http://stores.ebay.com/Natalie-Schorr_W0QQsspagenameZMEQ3aFQ3aSTQQtZkm