I’ve returned to paint. As I close my eyes, I see colors and shapes that summon memories from the past. My sister and I exploring our grandfather’s garden to find wild berries, then tumbling down sand dunes for hours, until the landscape filled us with fresh air and wonder.
My fingers brushing through my dog’s fur, as I hid in silence, waiting to be found by friends. A warm sweater offering comfort from the afternoon chill, scratches on my belly as I crawled through the tower of hay bales outside the stable; our parents doing their best to give us a colorful childhood.
Summit.
Acrylic and gouache on paper.
Soon in my online shop.