Dear Anonymous,
Any artist I know will likely see these hands and smile a smile of some sort of satisfaction.
She is once again without anything. Everything lost. Everything stolen. Has court in a couple of hours and is freezing but she is smiling.
Her hands covered in paint, her eyes wild with excitement .
'I'm painting! We're working on a mural! Hope they don't steal our supplies...we're usin' anything we can find. Chalk, paint, pastels.'
She is animated and her face shines, her eyes twinkle as she describes talking about the images of waves and water and flowers in a beautiful interpretive dance on the city sidewalk.
She gathers a couple pair of pants (thank you Dear Anonymous) a clean shirt and a coffee card to settle herself before court.
But she can't wait to get back to that wall.
The creative spirit needing to be fed.