Day 6 : looking for good-pastels and pines

Mama's pines

Mama’s pines

I paint unexpectedly and spontaneously. Like writing, my soul is nourished when color meets surface. Writing and art… quiet,nondescript, random, sometimes bravely, graphic.

Quiet, simple, deeply personal…two things I love, expressions of memories, lessons,and images of a life in the country, looking up to heaven, through skinny branches of ancient pines.

God is good. The sweetest of gifts have colored my life. Art…words and pictures.

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