 The red winged blackbirds ended their day in our tree. Singing their song that always reminds me of a creaky garden gate. This is the best time of year, old friends returning and the anticipation of all the green that is to come.
The red winged blackbirds ended their day in our tree. Singing their song that always reminds me of a creaky garden gate. This is the best time of year, old friends returning and the anticipation of all the green that is to come.Also a couple of new paintings I am working on and thinking about. 
 
these look just like painted spring evenings! they are so lovely!
ReplyDeleteAris these are simply lovely. I am put at peace by the colors.
ReplyDeleteI like the both sides of your art, the melancholic characters in soft hues, and the colorful pieces. I find romanticism in all of them.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I used to stress over which work I should focus on, the figurative or the more abstract, now I just enjoy both.
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