As I paint, I think..........................
The swoosh of the hairs on the paintbrush touching the wood, depositing color, give me time. Time is so precious and we usually don't seem to have enough of it. When you are giving your all to a project which needs many hours for completion, you can let go of all the other things for a while and, if alone in a room just brushing and smoothing, you really have time to think.

Yesterday I thought about October in France. While painting in soft French grey I relived the pleasant daily walks around the village. I recalled the ancient stones of the village walls.
Yesterday I thought about October in France. While painting in soft French grey I relived the pleasant daily walks around the village. I recalled the ancient stones of the village walls.
The elementary school stood across the lane from my family's house ~ the stones were cut from huge blocks.
Soft blue, a shade of green almost aqua, misty washed grey................the colors of the shutters
