The paint sits on my palette, the studio windows are open. I can smell the wisteria and roses. The music plays and if I close my eyes I'm in another place, another time. This is the beauty of painting for me: I create because it fulfills something deeper inside but it's a very meditative time as well, stills my ever contentious mind. Every stroke of the brush is a breath captured for all time.
Quote of the Day : "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts,..." - William Shakespeare