Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way.
Lovely orange jug, lovely words.
and too,where might i arrive?there is something about that orange bottle, annell. what could it be? the light? ah, but as i wrote even this i was thinking of when i was a child and thirsty, so thirsty, and we were at the local store which was the butcher, baker, post office, clothing store, gossip corner et all there was a coke cooler that we opened upward and a bottle opener on the side. and oh my, due to the high infrequency of the number of pop i had as i child i remember, oh i remember, the sweet burn. perhaps that is that orange.:)xoerin
Oh yes, the what if's. You nailed it.Elizabeth
i like your thoughts here on being artistic...painting...writing...i can relate to this..
What a gorgeous metaphor. And what a risk taker is the artist!