Thursday, March 22, 2012


The black peacock with silver additions.
Sometimes I worry about myself. (And could that statement be anymore narcissistic?) Especially if I haven't been near the easel for weeks at a time and if there's a painting that's been languishing on said easel. Last night, before we went to a relative's for dinner, I picked up the brush and some silver tempera to paint a little more of the black peacock.

It's the little things in life you treasure.

Closer yet.

And some mystical fog on the mountain.

1 comment:

Ruth said...

Whether on the easel or with your camera, your gifts as an artist shine.