one day...

ok. so, i fell in love with a painting two years ago in a gallery in new orleans. (i wouldn't lie...) she had four paintings there: spring, fall, summer and winter. they were expensive enough that i couldn't afford them really, but i almost could if i put it on a credit card and paid it off a little at a time... or skipped two years vacation. and you know, i should have. because two years later i still wish i had that painting. i wrote her name down on a business card and every once in a while i search it but until now no results. until now. she is here. and i still can't afford a painting, but at least i know that they really do exist.