It certainly wasn’t on my to do list and not even an inkling in my head 3 days ago until I saw the inspiration starting point. Perhaps it was a “squirrel” moment but I actually think
Paint “Therapy”
Surprisingly enoough there may have been rhyme to the reason. Perhaps I’m mixing metaphors again but you will eventually see what I mean.
It was a typical
Tiny Little Bits
A friend, who lives abroad and is currently experiencing like her 10th season of summer in a row, sent this message the
A different canvas
I went back to my “roots” so to speak with the canvas that I worked on today. A
Brush Strokes
I’ve been spending lots of time with a paint brush in my hand lately. Only a smal portion of it has been
We are all “you people”
It seems, in many ways, that not enough has changed since Nov 11,
Doesn’t Matter Why
I drifted, the words swirling around me and drawing me into their world. I delved into
Encore Act
They are all ears, hanging on my every word. Like little sponges soaking up decades of
The root of my evil
I think that I’m flying off on an unplanned tangent. Not at all the
Note to Self #10
There was a frenzied few minutes and then a gaping
