Sitting in the cool shade enveloped by the sounds and fragrances of the forest is one of my favorite things. Remembering back into this painting is even better than being there. I'm surprised every time it happens as I am transported back. Not to the there of the making of the piece, but to the ideal of it. It is truly magical. To remember the birdsong and smell the fresh turf. To feel the cool canopy above me and the wind swirling gently through it. To be moved again - more deeply than before. I'm looking at it right now and it shimmers as if saying it remembers to. Or maybe it's just the sacred tears pooling in my eyes of gratitude and love for what I get to do.
Sitting in the cool shade enveloped by the sounds and fragrances of the forest is one of my favorite things. Remembering back into this painting is even better than being there. I'm surprised every time it happens as I am transported back. Not to the there of the making of the piece, but to the ideal of it. It is truly magical. To remember the birdsong and smell the fresh turf. To feel the cool canopy above me and the wind swirling gently through it. To be moved again - more deeply than before. I'm looking at it right now and it shimmers as if saying it remembers to. Or maybe it's just the sacred tears pooling in my eyes of gratitude and love for what I get to do.