There you are walking along, sometimes the deep or negative kind and a butterlfy flutters past you settling on a flower. Yes it’s the color, it’s the butterfly that changes my perspective. I worte these words days ago. Reading my words and editing—I want to share it now.
I’m looking up texture ideas and rounding up objects. Oh I need to find the embroidered ribbon. I’ve started a folder for texture papers. I’ll be using all kinds of paper. The collage floral one is looking good. I may add this yellow butterfly to the book, I may not. This is my story, my thoughts so why not just paint textures. Instead of thinking about what to do just paint. Then I can pair the texture with the color thought. Sounds like a dream!