I posted about this yesterday but this bloom deserves it’s own post. I should have scanned this bloom before I threw it out. Yes I threw it out. Sometimes I over analyze the idea. The stigma is too big. I painted with iridescent white when I really wanted a warm white. Only now I wish I hadn’t.
Sometimes ideas work
Sometimes they don’t
Keep going
Keep making
It’s not about the rules
It’s not about judging fools
It’s about doing what you’re doing
bravely in the light
It’s everything but a fight
Oh sometimes there’s struggle to choose
With me you’ll never loose
Learn it
Know it
Love you
Loving me
Oh my, I like writing these poems. Yes you are responsible for your inner experience, Wow so deep and the words of a post from Kute Blackson. Yes love you and know that the trees, breeze and tonight’s moon and stars love you.
I’m ready to add new work to my shop and paint. It’s going to be good.
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