My Place of Escape

 It's only a few steps away from the main house, but it takes me to a place of peace, a creative environment, my own getaway.

 To my most recent angel I added a light dusting of fine white glitter to the upper part of the wings. You would have to see it in person to notice the glitter. 

I have filled three art notebooks and am working on a fourth. Once in a while I am pleased with a page.

And I have this notebook to keep memories of art pieces and the persons who liked them.

The idea for this picture came from another artist. I painted over my first attempt. My husband couldn't believe I had done that since he had really liked it. So I painted the girl again and decided to leave it.

Changes

Letters are almost extinct these days. Chatty emails have disappeared. Bloggers I have followed seldom post anymore. I suppose text messages and phone calls are the main forms of correspondence in 2020.

I only know of two friends who read my blog regularly, for they have told me they check daily to see if I have a new post. I appreciate their encouragement.

They inspire me to keep blogging. And it's something I do enjoy. Writing and photography have long been loves of mine.

To Joy, Beth, Summer, and a few others I miss communicating with you. Although we never met, I felt a connection with you. I wonder how you are and what is happening in your lives.

Of course, with this Covid-19 there have been changes. I ventured out wearing a mask in order to find a new sketchbook. I was pleased to find one with 80 acid free sheets at Ross. I am ready to be engrossed with painting so thoughts of Covid will be silenced for a while.

Art journals one, two, three and now my new #4