not waiting-
autumn promised nothing.
not squirreling-away
but rolling in light
wading in deep
breakfasting on color.
it's an altogether new sensation fumbling into oils without a box of soap to stand on - consumed simply by the changing light we're gifted.
no message this series - just study. just light play. deep breath and color and a need to get closer; forefinger finds her in the sound. brushwork's winter's challenge. gotta get in and get dirty before the light changes. ahtumn.
Felt good to see another post. You sound kind of excited about a new medium. Perfect timing for the light and colors.
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