These were the words on a recent Instagram post. Does fear ever really go away? No, it’s there. All I know is that when I think my blooms or collage mountains should look a certain way, it never works. When I have leftover paint, take a flat brush, glide it on the page with nothing but the pinks of my afternoon walk, it works.
I have this weekend to finish The Magic of Color. The book has gone through many edits but that’s another post.