I am working these days, with a sort of frenzy about me. Must get this done, N.O.W. "Get it while the getting is good," my Mother used to say. Of course, she said this in reference to picking fruit at the exact right moment of ripeness, or a blossom at its perfection, or snatching a cookie right out from under your nose.
Spring is sprung here, in N. California. Dogwoods are spackling the wild woods with bright white. The Buckeye is all leafed-out, many already sending their flower spikes upward. Little League is in full swing. Orioles building nests, whistling while they weave. Nature supports me in my hurry.
I've begun a new painting, well, I began it a few months ago, but it feels as though it is renewed in its development. Yesterday it became pink. A color I do not ever remember using as a serious color. Let's not judge at this juncture. Pink. Anyways, I like pink.
A Self Portrait.
A few nights ago the rain doused all the rosey blooms with clear pearls.
Morning light sparkling, reminding me of my affinity for spirals. Mother Nature loves Spirals.
I love you.