I wonder where they wandered in from, these living traces of me that stop by the studio. They stay a while,
ready themselves in spirit and dress, then quietly leave.

	A ‘Waiting Room’ of sorts…..
	As the paint dries and the day fades…

I wonder where they wandered in from, these living traces of me that stop by the studio. They stay a while,
ready themselves in spirit and dress, then quietly leave.

	A ‘Waiting Room’ of sorts…..
	As the paint dries and the day fades…