I have been trying to paint these white roses. Oh, that’s right I want to look up a few How-To’s. Why did I throw these out again? Oh, right I didn’t like the green. The white and orange isn’t bright enough. I have another background. I’ll paint white blooms over it. So, ok I’ve painted four editions of white blooms, but I’ve learned too.
I keep trying to paint the awesomeness of Carrie Schmitt. Her work is beautiful. The truth is those are her brush strokes not mine. Maybe if I stop painting like someone else, I can actually paint my blooms.
I have an idea! Those blooms with these words will be in the book:
White is…what comes to mind are these white roses I see them here and there on my daily walks. I can’t help but wonder that I should be feeling what I feel every day of my life. I’ll stop, adore the color. With every breathe a voice reaches inside me, what an idea, let’s do it because yes, it’s all possible. It’s the nature made orange yellow stigma and white petals that remind me of every element in this world. It’s all such wonderful color. What if, how much better would our lives be, my life be if I choose to live with it!
This book is a process and I’m enjoying the ride!