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"Meanwhile, I've been preparing to give birth... "
Whew! Never start a sentence like that. Oh no. I was thinking the same thing as Jim.

Lovely artwork! I can't believe you drew that, it's so gorgeous.

That's beautiful, great composition and eye to detail. Its nice to see work done under natural light, even overcast like that, it adds so much atmosphere. Gee, I hope I didn't scare my mom with that comment! You didn't scare her. You raised her hopes and then dashed them on the ground :) I understand...the fiddle always calls, doesn't it? Emily, your work is so beautiful! It evokes the spiritual! You have a wonderful gift.

Josef Gingold once asked an old student:"How's your violin? Do you still take a daily promenade on the fingerboard?... or at least do you take it out of the closet and stroke it, sit with it awhile?"

Yours is not really an "affair", is it? Its the same love wearing different clothes. :-)

You are definitely multi-talented. Very impressive Emily.. What does the image mean to--you?... I have some Japanese black and white oils I think, that evoke the same thoughtfulness 'for me', and just wanted your take. Hmm, good question. I titled it "Prelude" because I drew a second one of that lake and mountain during the sunrise, all rosy and warm, its layers of color and repeating shapes reminding me of a fugue. The pre-dawn stillness of "Prelude" struck me as the embodiment of calm.

I used to draw with a lot of grey, back when I was depressed. This drawing was created during that period, although looking at it doesn't depress me. It calms me.

I have bad astigmatism so I can't see it very well. Can you make it bigger? That's a photo I took of a 4 x 5 card, so it's already close to life size, at least on my computer. You could always order a full-sized 10 x 14 print for only $30 plus shipping. Or, I'll send you the card. :) I still wouldn't be able to see it. Can you describe it to me? A long time ago, glaciers carved a path through a chain of mountain peaks, leaving a series bowl-shaped valleys behind. As a result, the mountain silhouettes over Waterton Lake form a repetition of artistic lines that gracefully fade to lighter shades of slate with each receding peak.

The air was particularly warm and still that morning, especially for September in Canada, and though the sun hadn't yet risen, I needed only a light jacket for warmth while I finished waking up. I walked in silence along a shore of polished stones, whose uniformity in size and shape reminded me of a well-tended rock garden. The water's smooth ripples were echoed in the texture of the worn driftwood trunk that lay just out of its reach. For a moment, the mountains, the lake, the rocks, and the wood were bathed only in blue.

Needs more garlic. How did you know that I've been craving garlic all day? "The air was particularly warm and still that morning, especially for September in Canada, and though the sun hadn't yet risen, I needed only a light jacket for warmth while I finished waking up. I walked in silence along a shore of polished stones, whose uniformity in size and shape reminded me of a well-tended rock garden. The water's smooth ripples were echoed in the texture of the worn driftwood trunk that lay just out of its reach. For a moment, the mountains, the lake, the rocks, and the wood were bathed only in blue."

And then. Go ahead build up this whole scene and leave out the whole reason for it (which is this someone else).

And what about the birth? And if there's someone else who's the father?

Who's this mysterious person who's refered to as the other? Why does he or she keep you from the one whose strings aren't taut anymore?

Has anyone offered you any money for that "someone else"? Is he going to the museum, and if so which museum? Will he meet someone else there and will their light intertwine?

What will happen if he finds out that he left a child behind?

Will the child grow up to be like his father?

Or, in other words...