A Self-Imposed Silence
The morning sun creeps up the wall of cloudy blue until it peeks through branches. I sit in my art room in silence. Eyes squint from the glare of new […]
The morning sun creeps up the wall of cloudy blue until it peeks through branches. I sit in my art room in silence. Eyes squint from the glare of new […]
My favorite part of a painting is the beginning. It’s fun to see a face form on canvas—kind of like meeting a person for the first time. My recent painting […]