We had our art journal show at the Lynchburg Art Club this past January and WSET-TV’s local show highlighted us.
The reflection pond called. The light from the clouds bounced off of the pond and the trees were admiring themselves. The lily pads were at the end of their glory, yet they wanted to be the focus. Isn’t this the process of creating? The steps to honing skills. Bringing color, light, and nature onto the paper. We shall see as they evolve. Monet. Where are you?
I was a curious little girl. I am a curious woman. I still ask why. Sometimes there are no answers and things are just the way they are. Be sure to ask the right person.
When I was kid I would get a bump on my tongue from something that may have been too acidic or I was mildly allergic to. Of course I went looking to my mother for the answer. It was a lie bump. I never knew what I lied about. I was five. I never asked again.