The artist is out there. She is in here too. And in you.
But the Artist lives and works in the far away realm of California. The Artist measures time, seasons of creativity, in canvases. She works her craft in encaustic – beeswax and brilliant colours that make her subjects move. Move thought and feeling. The mark of art is movement. Of many, or of one. It matters not.
What moves changes history, affects how we experience time.
The Artist does not feel rushed. I admire that. It is her canvas that tolls the hours, not the notches on a clock.
The artist is out there, and in here, and in you.
And the Artist is greater than she knows.
Shouldn't...but Do 
Hmmm, I think I might just know who you’re talking about. Thanks for that vote of confidence!
Yes, I would think that you do….every good wish.