I am really liking the warm weather, even though the cold will return. I sat my chair out on the edge of the creek and painted. Life should always be so perfect.
I'm an artist. Sometimes Life gets in the way of being an artist. My life got in the way for several years. I was unhappy and lost. What I was missing was my art. Life doesn't get in the way of art, life is art.
So I've set myself a challenge. A painting, drawing, whatever a day (with rest on the weekends). I'm also working on new pieces that take much longer than a day. I'm looking for my voice again. Along the way I have visions. Little visions.
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