The more I paint the more I realize, I can draw a mighty fine flower. All it took was a small angle brush. Paint with the left hand. Paint with the right hand. At first they were just pink dabs of paint. I went to Jo-Ann’s to pick up a few birthday goodies. I found the perfect green.
I like it. A lot. I wanted a field of pink flowers. The kind of pink flowers that makes you stop and admire. You believe. For one or a few glorious moments you forget. How can you be in a field of pink flowers and not feel divine. I miss the beautiful gardens of Bellagio.
I could do paint with any brush. There’s a redo pile. I’m going to do some ink doodles. I’ll take another look at my pinterest board and see what I can come up with.
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