Welcome the wise Winter
The sunlight’s reign of gold ceded to hail and gale today as we pass through the turnstile into winter. I walked into the moonlit field and watched the dogs circle across stubbled grass.
The sunlight’s reign of gold ceded to hail and gale today as we pass through the turnstile into winter. I walked into the moonlit field and watched the dogs circle across stubbled grass.
Just one flower.. growing seeds. Grace is natural, coded, guaranteed.
After years of shaking off religion I have come face to face with the living embodiment of true holiness…
Opium poppies, unsheathed at night, float in the light of dawn… This large oil painting has emerged from some wild and wonderful sessions in the studio this past week.
After a week of wet mist, the sun showed up this evening as if it had never gone away… Happy Solstice, friends!
Having fun completing new images for Open Studios – paint flying everywhere – not looking forward to the tidy-up…
Suddenly, this golden flame where the gorse was brown and dry after such a long winter..