I have done so much gold leaf recently that I'm starting to look at it as rain falls on trees. Natural and reactive. Which is to say ....when i look at an imagine inside ...behind my eyes I see the gold leaf not as an addition but as the skin. There is a love in these things they move me and I thought at one time I was a mountain with designs but they are the mountain. I am the bird. I sore and look down as the world moves.