A lovely August evening found me hiking out into a quiet woods in Raccoon Creek State Park, my supplies tucked into a backpack. The crickets chirped. Acorns dropped through the foliage, and a Blue Jay called from overhead. The act of painting connected me with the peace of the woods and gave me the space to see a larger picture in my life. I love the feeling of being lost in the moment, and trying to capture what I see with my brush.
No comments:
Post a Comment