Unexpected Beauty

I am an artist. My husband is an artist. I don’t need a new reason to like artists. But hells bells, I’ll take this one anyway.

And if this moves you, you might want to click here for a little reading on exactly why arts education is critical in public schools, which are dropping classes faster than a Kardashian can lose a husband.

(Okay, I confess. I don’t exactly know what a Kardashian is, but I heard something about one on the radio. I think it might be a new species, possibly one that lives at the Jersey Shore. I’ve heard some vague rumblings about that place, too.)