Sigh, I ran out of time before I got to a stopping place.
I have now nearly a dozen incomplete paintings surrounding my workspace, and I’m beginning to question my commitment to starting a new page every day. Still not ready to let it go, because I am still hoping a clear direction will emerge to tell me when it’s time to do that. And some days I’m really quite pleased with my one-session works.
Meanwhile, I’ll keep you posted, and I’ll keep posting!
another odd bird, in fancy evening wear
cool place for rest and respite
Some days I dive into the morass, and some days I hide out from it. This day I got some new paint colors to play with, and had a conversation with my sisters while I painted.
small brave beacon of hope shining through the turbulence
what makes monsters out of regular people? Or really is that their true selves? How can we talk sense when the whole world is screaming and shouting?
Old apple tree, we’ll wassail thee, and hope that thou will bear. For no one knows where we may go to be merry another year.
trying to see the way out of a dark place
eyespider 