Perhaps I should rename my blog "My Life as a Painter". I hesitate to call myself an artist. Well, yet anyway. I'm a fledgeling. I like that.
This summer when I painted it was an escape. One afternoon I picked up a brush and made strokes that felt good. I made more strokes and more. I inadvertently left the painting out in the yard next to the gravel driveway. That night it rained. The paint had bubbled up in places and collected gravel dust in the ridges left behind. Mother Nature decided to help me out.
I have always loved abstracts.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Have a great day. Create something.
2 comments:
Wow Mary... you have become an artist! Looking sooo good. you're heart is definitely in it. I hope Christmas is good to you. Sue x
Hi Mary, I've been away from the to and fro of visiting other bloggers for a while now. However, I was sure I'd commented on this post.
Good on you for picking up that brush and, yes, it does feel real good to play around with them. I liked how Mother Nature decided to add her bit too!! :D)
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