Eddie's Cove
Eddie's Cove / 16x16 I'M HAVING ONE of those days, those magical days, when everything I try works. I can't do anything wrong. Even if I put down a mark I don't like, I'm able to morph it into a mark that I do like. I am trying things I usually don't try, attempting landscapes I usually wouldn't attempt, and it is all coming together in a way that is making me joyful. Gleeful. Grateful. A painter doesn't get many of these days in a lifetime, I suspect, and I ride it for all it's worth, making three paintings, painting until I am absolutely exhausted, until my shoulder is aching, until I can't paint any more. What a day! *** Some More Road Art I see ANOTHER driveway with rocks just like this, in an even smaller town near King's Cove. I ask four people in the area if this is a thing, some quilter thing or some political thing, but they all say they have no idea what it means, if anything. ^^^ I se