Friday, August 18, 2023
Babbling Brook
When I'm painting along a creek, time stands still. Birdsong and babbling water take me far, and there is no other moment than the one I am immersed in. So concentrated is my focus, all melts away and the painting unfolds. Stroke by stroke the scene comes to life on my panel until a little voice inside me sighs, and I feel that I am done. It's a bit like waking from a dream when it is time to clean my brushes. I'm so thankful to get to experience this place in such a way. Painting number 3873 in 3873 days.
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