When it’s cool and grey.
When the babes are asleep in their beds
And it’s just me with the stillness. The calm. I feel it inside. I know it is time. To waste this moment would be neglectful and foolish.
I gather the supplies. I arrange them in front of me. I pause.
And then, I play.
The Inspiration: When I was pregnant with my little boy, I started singing the song, Godspeed, from the Dixie Chicks, to him. The line goes, “My love will fly to you each night on angel’s wings.” On Tuesday, when I opened my sketchbook, I drew this. I’m crazy about balloons these days. I mean, I don’t actually like balloons, but I love them in art and pictures. They are so sweet and cheery, such delightful little messengers.
It felt so good to paint again. It feels even better to have such strong inspiration that demands to be expressed.
Hello dear friend. It’s been too long.