Molly better hope the book doesn’t fall over on her because it’s big. Really big. It came in a big box stuffed with a lot of crumpled up paper to keep it from moving around. The first handful of pages … Continue reading →
Courtesy of The Painter’s Keys It is something to be deep in the snow in winter, to be deep in the yellow leaves in the autumn, to be deep in the ripe wheat in the summer, to be deep in … Continue reading →
Just seek light and freedom and don’t delve too deeply into the mire of the world. — Vincent Van Gogh I think it’s important to remember what you’re fighting for. I don’t need to delve. I do need to recognize … Continue reading →
I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say, ‘He feels deeply, he feels tenderly.’ — Vincent van Gogh Continue reading →
Last night brought a return of the cold that knocked me down not so long ago… Not even the Quils seemed to touch it. This morning – no voice at all for awhile. What can you do other than be … Continue reading →
What I am looking for is a blessing not in disguise.
