Painting life

A clearing in the forest. A medium canvas on a wooden easel. I dreamt I was painting a woman. She was standing, her back to me, in a pastel pink satin and organza dress. I was painting her neck, the fine strands of wavy hair rippling under her large-brim hat, around her silky shoulders. My... Continue Reading →

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