Turtles

Words from the book


One summer afternoon I sat near a turtle pond.  I can still hear the flowing water. I can still feel the warmth of the sun. There I sat in thought and sketch. A turtle sat on a rock and I in my chair. The turtle is protected by a shell.  My big floppy hat protects me. I wouldn’t want to swim in the pond nor do I fit.  Sure, Turtles could rest on a chair but they much prefer the coolness of the water, as do I.

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Mireya

A visionary artist who paints blooms of optimism. She paints using watercolor, acrylic and fun tools like paper rolls. She's a tea drinker who's curious about everything in nature. Every day she creates and creativelyhue.com is her place where she learns to trust her ideas, create from her authenticity and documents her process because we are all artists.