Three Scoops

Work of Art statement: One day I was thinking. Life seems to be so much like standing in line for Ice Cream. So many flavors.. Different cones, Do I get whip cream? sprinkles? a cherry, or just the custard… Hmm. People making there choices in front of you and behind you yet you have to make your own… In the end, you savor every last element of what you just held in your hands. Is this not Life?