art therapy

If I could manage a trip to a museum this week, I would go for it. But this is not the week for such outings, not according to my day-timer. So I got inventive. How luxurious to navigate the halls of online galleries! I needed an art-fix this afternoon, and I got it while sitting at our kitchen table.
Last week, Friend #7 and I basked in the presence of richly detailed medieval nativity scenes. It soothed my soul as much as pesto and tomato on bruschetta, perhaps much more so. As my Hubby would say, "That tasted like more!."
While searching for something similar online, I found this. Enjoy.