Although it is in my yet-to-be published momoir (inquiries welcome,) I've not written here about our Angels. Today is not the day, either, in which I will sum four decades of experience and most recently the last seven poignant years' interactions with both Grace and my angels. Soon. (Knowing that soon could also be a while.) But, here, I share an ink on silk piece (not for sale) that Grace insisted in swashing with silver acrylic. Her private art teacher had to contain herself from stopping Grace's very determined move to mix two media that rarely mix. But Grace…and our angels, had something else in mind. When the painting is rotated like the above, you see them. May your Angels (whether you choose to believe in them or simply just metaphorically speaking) let you know they are watching over you this holiday season and beyond.

We're working on updating GraceArt.

Meantime, on a WILD hair day, enhanced by backlighting, I hosted Autube. And, really, I'm not in pain: