The show, ReAdolence, has been hung and recepted. I feel drained-and I thought that it would be awhile before I began creating again, but it seems that the part of me that creates is already creating again. And the slowly moving forward are the faces of my babies begging for attention. So for a while the creating is in the back ground-the hammers and glue put away and the zebras and ninjas snuggled close reading books and singing songs. They are my energy-my love-my muses.