Expression is joy. It reminds me of its bliss each time I succumb to take the apron from the nail, loop it over my head and tighten its strings around my waist.
Smoothing it down and a little pert pat, and I sit to contemplate color and creation.
I’ve two pieces of new old wood. I’ll layer them in buff as background and then free flow sketch shape of female form, angelic.
I’ll say “thank you Lord” later, or maybe during too as I sing along to lilting blue lyrics a’la AlisonKrauss.
My happy way of life.
Words and Art, fill my cup to full.