hills of trees (work in progress)

I’m coming into the idea of painting lovely textures. I just painted these trees with no particular plan. I’m taking my time filling every empty space. I love nature. I know they are just trees. I can’t remember where I saw them. Somewhere along the highway they grew. I was probably tired, grumpy, and hungry but these trees gave me comfort.

Yes I saw stars, rain and these weird looking things … yes I think I can do a lot with texture pages. It’s a fun no pressure way to tell my story. Why not? I know I need to work on the drawing. And I did a good deal drawing when I started this book.

Why not just let go and see what happens.