I love painting the first daffodils of spring - and they are calling to me now. I find comfort in the little windows of time that I can paint, spending the hours outside with the family in the fresh air. We're grieving a loss, as the birds sing and the frogs chirp from the ponds. Each line and brushstroke is a friend, and I'll lean on them and God,as they strengthen me for the days ahead. Painting number 5135 in 5135 days.
No comments:
Post a Comment