|Setting Sun [watercolor on paper]|
Still trying to keep my hand on the brush, the brush to paper -- anything to ensure that I don't lose the thread of creativity. Sometimes it is difficult, but then the eye is drawn to a distant light, a spot on the horizon that shimmers, that infuses one with hope . . .
|Drawn to a Distant Point [oil on paper]|
. . . and hope is the thing with wings that perches forever in the mind. One only has to allow it to spread wing and take flight.
|Summer Flight [watercolor on paper]|