My feet are firmly planted in midair. Unresponsive to a desk, my continuous flight of fancy is fueled by Ravel waltzes and chocolate. When inspiration drags me from ennui to the easel, this is the view from my corner of the world. 

When I need a new visual fix, I throw a few things together in the light of my downstairs studio...

Or try a new perspective from a child's eyes:

 Or continue annihilating that Debussy Arabesque I've been thrashing around for about 20 years...

Or trim those wiley hydrangeas for a beauty shot...

 Or head for the kitchen to heat up the joint in the evocative light of dusk...

Or strut upstairs to file that post for Salon. It's winter in California.

Perhaps take one more shot at that Arabesque:

Sans office, life is much sexier.