These forest stones are the closest I am to finishing any of the works I started last spring. After the oils relax for a minute I think an afternoon sun bath in the upper 90's will be all it needs. Or maybe it needs another summer hanging out under the canopy of trees.
I figure that one or two more good thunderstorms will get a happy hill to where it needs to go get gone done.
Best art is living. I completed the first fertility sketch about 8 months ago and it's not long now our next baby girl will be here. I've started a large wood piece that will be an extension of the fertility sketches. It won't be a replication of the sketches because that image only really works on paper. I'm excited to figure out how the image will translate onto wood.
A year since I started painting again. A year since I quit smoking cigarettes. Crafting our house into a home.
Seeing again & more than before, even.
i have no art
like dada kissed an existentialist and fell in love with light in time as the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be