My real life becomes my art. Like a diary, or a secret dream that leaks out my fingers.
Yesterday's walk with the kids turned into today's artwork... Even the colors of grass and the hens' combs. Do you see it?
There's a new farm series underway in my studio, all based on my neighborhood and the joy of ordinary pleasures we encounter in rural America every day.
It's ordinary American life but we are usually so busy we never stop to really look and be amazed.
Duncan's field, for example. A tree in bloom. Or that cute little dingle thingy under a goat's chin.
It's all pretty amazing, isn't it?
The simple, ordinary life we experience daily holds so much beauty, doesn't it?
Country or city, there is so much to see if we pause, as children do, to really see it.
