I was carrying several pieces of art to wear to the car for my trip to Lexington. The man who had come to work on the cabin stood nearby. "I never know what to wear," I said, "so I'm taking lots of clothes."
He smiled and lightly shook his head. "But your beauty is on the inside. It doesn't matter what you wear." I smiled, thinking how sweet for him to say that.
I'm not doing this for me. I'm doing it for you. I am the pallet. My wearable art is my paint. I'm creating a beautiful composition for your viewing pleasure.