This week was strange. I had a great time experimenting with liquid watercolor. I doodled. It felt good to let go and paint flowers.
That is where my best work happens. I sat under the breeziest tree. The weather was in the 60s and I was working on last minute writing for the book. The words came together. These are the moments of siting there, with my thoughts with nature. I had time to see the buzzing bees. I guess they were enjoying the tree too! Art gives me that time. Art always gives me that time.