These flowers were just a journal page. The centers were painted droopy and sad. Not sure how that happened but maybe I was painting how I felt. Oh right, I was questioning the way I paint. Thinking my blooms had to be more, the other day’s post. I grabbed a white gel pen and paper collage. My creativity ignited. And all that makes me think of how I go for walks with all my thoughts and suddenly a peach bloom catches my eye. The birds and the breeze are before me. I know all this beauty is right here with me, loving me.
Noe I have another print for the shop.
Simplimente,
Mireya
an art journal of an expressionistic spirit 