Thanksgiving was spent with my family back home. We all met at my parents for a wonderful getaway. Much of the week was spent walking across stubbly fields, or jamming with the family band. All of our time was spent together. While I completed little conventional art, these were my days for the real art to come forth, the hidden art. Hidden art is that beauty, that strand of individuality, that lies within each of us revealing itself differently for each person. With such a diverse group of kin, much art was displayed.