The winds of spring

It seems like a lot of time has passed since I last wrote. In reality, I suppose it hasn't been so long. I just have not possessed the desire to write lately. It has subconsciously been substituted by painting. I've painted two pictures in the last week. This is a lot for me; usually I go weeks, sometimes months without painting something. It is like the artistic organ in my body, instead of regulating a normal production or artistry, swelled up and then burst, and now it is seeping out everywhere. I can't seem to stop, as I am now frantically running out of pictures of people to paint. It is just so much better to paint from your own original photos. That was it is 100% you. Love this. And a friend just gave me a huge pad of news print paper in addition to some Bristol. Now that I have the goods, there is no telling how crazy I will get. I love this stuff so much.



*Verse of the week: Hebrews 6:19*

posted by *g* @ 9:14 PM