Today finds me dreaming of garden landscapes and peaceful walks through the blooms. We moved our fourth child to college today, and it is bittersweet. She is such a bright and shiny star - her whole future spreading out before her feet. We miss her already, and her puppy wanders from room to room, anxiously waiting. So, looking for some art therapy today - I return to my paints. Choosing to work small, I am not painting from any reference (as I usually do). I am not concerned with colors or values, the process of expressing is my solace. Strokes made with brush and palette knife, this painting is my 957th in 957 days.
No comments:
Post a Comment