08-08-08.... wasn't it just 01-01-01??
Through the silence breaks the thunder rolling on the mountains high birds of whisper clocks of chiming summer's moving winter's nigh solo whistle in the trees nothing's moving not a breeze Silence calls out,"Listen to Me." ~ CLJ711 ©2008 "FERNS PRESERVED" (OIL) I would like to take the time to share with you my works in progress. This is hard for me, as I don't like to let people see unfinished works of mine. Unfortunately, as I have learned, I have never been really satisfied that ANY work of mine is ever finished... I am growing though, and learning to accept my humanity. Just as we have been created by the Creator, we were created to create. This is my offering of thanks. First of all, I will take you into my studio, which is down this hall, through the door, past my painting of a clear blue New Hampshire sky at Canterbury Shaker Village. My studio as of right now is located over the sunroom in our home. In the ...