The party was tonight, she must get ready for the big event; what to do first, so many things to think about, one thing is for sure, the right shade of lipstick and finish it off with pearls.
Racing ahead of what looked like a change in the weather, I turned my car around and back down the hill I went. It was hours later I heard a storm moved in with road closers just where I was. I will try another day, the mountain isn't going anywhere soon.
In crossing the heartlands sometimes up close most of the time far away; one can see empty barns, some standing proudly most looking tired, all have stories if when one stops to listen. I stood for a time and stared at this one, took a few photos and now in painting it I feel I've given it life again.
My son sent me this. Its morning time in at the Schwartz's, coffee is brewing, kids are up, its school time, Duk the family pet is eating and my son is getting ready for work. Why its morning time in Minnesota.
This last winter when with my son we went back to a magical place with quiet. The only sound was the water moving over and around the stones in this icy cold stream. It was picture perfect, I hope I did it justice to paint such perfection.
It is truly rewarding to revisit one of my paintings. The original was 30x03, so to downsize and make work was challenging and fun rolled up in one. So much to learn, loving the journey.
So it's still early and about two hours away before we eat, I have an idea, let's go grab a flick. Let's go catch a classic at "The Pix" and see "LOVE STORY".