My Mom has these lovely clay birds, and a blooming red geranium, that Mary and I painted today. While we were painting, 20 wild turkeys came to the window and were scratching around the fallen birdseed.
There is something exhilarating about painting – the whole creative process, the learnings and the discoveries, and always – the challenges. I started painting in watercolour when the children were leaving home. A few years later, my artist mother suggested oils, and it has become a passion. I share my journey with this blog as I stretch myself with the exhuberant intention of painting daily.
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Have to say that I like this one very much. Can't find the words to explain why though...I just like it.
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