The colours of my soul spread on the paper dripping through that brush expanding at the contact of water in wet paper. the brush slides my soul colours spread themselves, mixing with one another. it’s a dance, it’s a rythm it’s a song.
“Life is a journey, not a destination” – Ralph Waldo Emerson. Our world has been turned upside down recently, as we moved house… We left an old cottage in the woods for a more urban dwelling in a very quiet town on the edge of the forest. We had to readjust a little bit to […]