We love colour and who doesn't

It is cold this morning , the moon is almost full, I feel that little buzz of inspiration tugging at me. As hard as I try to avoid her i just spin around into her orbit and before you know it i'm there in her world creating, touching, seeing new lines. Colours are rushing through my brain, my hands cant keep up with the ideas she inspires within me.

Time with ordinary things is inevitable, family, friends, relationship dynamics all pull at me in different directions. Finding time to step outside and love myself is precious. Here in my quiet space I finally can breathe, relax. It only takes 10 minutes of slow breathing to settle down and to allow my focus to center onto that point in my visible mind where another world exists. My dream has always been to create, sometimes dreams take time to be realized. I'm not waiting anymore, passive and locked. No i refuse to be held down, restricted and contained. Who has the right to say that every shade, shadow and expression cannot be as amazingly fantastic as our imagination can reveal. My dream is right in front of me and I push toward it. I'm really proud of what we are doing here. Everybody can see that what my hand touches turns to....Golden Roses.