Orange you happy. I sure am. Orange pink roses you make me feel like a kid in a candy store.
New color and blooms I’m loving you. If you are a fan of my work then check out my shop. There’s a sale going on.
Pink the color of friendship
In the wrong thought
pink and peach roses
you bring me back
Isn’t pink for everybody?
Mix pink with orange
Mix pink with yellow
Mix pink with brown…
you have my attention
Say! I do paint purple flowers. Purple is the color of creativity and spiritual growth. Purple is magical and royalty. Purple was only for a few in the times of kings and queens. Only for a few? Magic and creativity lives in all of us. Power doesn’t come in a crown. Power comes from your inner being. Power comes from, yes I’m getting all Sar Wars, power comes from the force that binds us all. I should paint more purple flowers, lots more flowers!
This is one of my favorite pieces. It’s the color. It’s the texture. Peacocks don’t like snakes and yet they’ll fight them to the end to protect their territory.
Oh what of my horse. Horses run wild and free. That is all I long to be.
Let these be a reminder of my awesome book. Yes I am proud of my childhood curiosity coming to life in this book. I want to get back to creating and be responsible for my inner experience. I can’t ride two horses at once. No matter where I go no matter what I do the peace I feel when I go for walks or when I paint, that is always with me. I feel it now as I write. I feel it when I work on collage. Ok so this weekend I’m putting together the first rough draft of ,There’s room for all of us. Now’s an excellent time. I have my warm white acrylic ready to paint sunflowers.
Thanks for reading. Now I’m going for a walk. What does fall mean to me? Should I submit a piece for an art exhibit? The deadline is tomorrow.
I think I got my groove back. I threw out three sheets of paper, good watercolor paper. I kept painting. Take your time. Paint. See what the dagger brush can do. Wait a minute, that’s what helped me! These blooms are filled with faith. All week I hadn’t painted a single bloom worth sharing. All were filled with wonderful ideas. My flowers just weren’t blooming, yet Today in moments, my blooms were back, I restocked a warm white acrylic paint and ready to paint this weekend.
Your best work comes when you allow it to. You have an idea of the outcome but you are open to the bigger better changes that happen when you just paint and see what happens. That’s why I like painting paper roll blooms because you never know wat will happen until it blooms.
Last night I was exploring the color brown. Beautiful browns and I made them with pinks, purples and blues. Yellow Ochre had a little something to do with it. All the color mixing had me thinking about my marker sketches on brown blue-lined kindergarten paper. There are so many ways to draw a flower. There are so many types of flowers. What would the world be without either one? There is a reason why nature is so unique. We are unique. There’s room for all of us is a great book! Now I’m going to write it.
So anyway, these are my ideas, a mess. I’ve written ideas here. I’ve written ideas there. I’ve written everywhere. Someday soon, in about three months it’ll be a book. Three months? I got this.
Can I just paint like this forever. Is this me feeling the love that I have for others and really an appreciation and love for me? Yes but it’s also what I feel when I go for walks and see the colorful blooms and soft swaying of the trees.
I don’t know what it is about these days but I’ve been feeling an inner peace even more. I picked up the paint brush. I mixed up pinks and painted. It’s not perfect. It can be messy. Paint and paint I did. It’s painting like this that makes me say, you see, you’re a visionary artist and you were born for this.
Painting doesn’t make me happy or mad. Painting gives me this state of being, it’s peace. When I can share that it’s even better.