Creative pursuits

I thought I was done painting when I saw our fruit basket in front of me. Got out my paints and practiced. 

Rest

Meeting new people could be fun. You listen to their stories and hear the things they are fighting for. What is it I'm fighting for?

Peace of mind?

Still selfish.

great value

Simple things become very attractive when I am secretly feeling the blues.

new

Last Tuesday, I attended my first painting class. Yesterday, I practiced on my washes.

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