Sunday, April 1, 2012

tree on tree

I've been continuing and now am almost finished with the mural on our garage wall. I painted the tree as I stood behind the weeping pine in the corner of our garden. One of its soft branches kept patting me on the head as I painted as if to say "I'm glad you're doing this" or to say "Stop! you are standing on my toes." I've never tried to paint anything before and I adore doing this. Since that bad fall and concussion I find myself doing art without words. Before all I had was words. Hey, I'm just tagging along with this journey thing and it seems to be doing me fine.

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