Leaves gather on ground
Float on by, hit my windshield
And it’s still ninety.
Art Prescription: Fall comes in subtle.
Index card with watercolor, pen and ink, and my chop that says “hope”

Leaves gather on ground
Float on by, hit my windshield
And it’s still ninety.
Art Prescription: Fall comes in subtle.
Index card with watercolor, pen and ink, and my chop that says “hope”

Hi!
I subscribed to your blog a while ago and am rather enjoying it. I wondered if you’d like to look at mine. I’m a 62 year old artist and writer and renaissance soul and I’ve recovered from depression and anxiety after 30 years. I’m now making up for lost time. I think I’m doing ok…
Jo UK http://www.joclutton.simplesite.com
What gorgeous paintings!
Thank you. Glad you like them…my therapy 🙂