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Aug 12, 2013
Jul 22, 2013
|Bowl of Cherries|
A lady brought two extra large paintings to show me. Each painting was of a bowl of cherries. The paintings were probably 9x9 feet. Two huge watercolor paintings, simple and fantastic. The artist hadn't tried to hide the searching lines. The process was visible and confident. The paintings were honest and simple. When the artist delivered her paintings, he also gave her a bowl of cherries.
Taste and See.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 10, 2013
I found I could say things with color and shapes
that I couldn't say any other way
things I had no words for.
- Georgia O'Keeffe
I have some friends who are incredible with words.
They are able to paint and create beautiful things with them.
I am so thankful for words.
I often find myself searching for words, and not finding ones that encompass what I want to say.
I'm thankful for words, and for smiles. An understanding look that let's me know I'm cared for speaks volumes. Whenever I remember my Grandma taking my hand and squeezing it, I experience her love for me.
Sometimes I don't have words, and when I take the time to express with color, the words come. Color is like a bridge for me, but the words don't always come. I often don't have words for what I have painted. Sometimes years later, looking back at the painting, I have more perspective.
The last few early mornings have been especially beautiful. I've been breathing in all of the soft pinks and golden colors of the sky. Color is my favorite instrument, and my language of choice. The skies have been painted with kindness and gentleness.
Words only begin to scratch the surface of what they've told me. Sometimes I think there are no words, but the message still reaches us and changes us.