To me they are a mystery . These paintings and drawings that appear . Really they are born into being . Sometimes they dance their way into existence and sometimes they pound upon the door to be set free . And still they are other times when they whisper and glide and I turn around there it is . This spirit of color , this motion of layers and the textures of my loves . The magnificence of these sweet dreams taking me for a dance .
Sweet dreams dear Art …sweet dreams.
2 Comments
2017-07-16 23:17:32
That’s a skillful answer to a dilcifuft question
2017-10-22 18:06:22
Thank you very much.