It's a late night in the studio and I've got a cup of camomile and lavender tea in my hands as I look around at the series of five paintings that I just completed. A month's worth of work, boiled down to these last few moments of peaceful observance.
Though the tea is relaxing my tired soul, my mind is active, and my heart races; the creative drive within me is still very much awake. The need to create encourages me forward as I slowly move my way across the room and back to my paint supplies.
Will little more than a nod to the hour hands on the clock,
I retreat to the comfort of the watery blues that I have come to know so intimately over the years and before I know it, a triptych has emerged from the peaceful stills of the quiet night around me.