When pansies become a painting
and where the wind whispers its impressions to soft and dreamy yellow daisies
Tiny speckled flowers fade in and out of their smudged background
like the breath of a flower fairy
When flowers and crocheted Mandalas blend together and connect
and a chalice of petals reaches up to brush the circle of life
A soft blanket cascades down to meet with a single flower
and all becomes muted and mingled and each object becomes part of another
as they dance together in joyful abandon.
of the 50mm lens
how it connects to all it sees
with a paintbrush dipped in watercolours.
I've just finished a very uplifting class
with Kim Manley Ort