Is spring coming? This morning I heard the birds singing. What a joyful and promising sound. It's been a year of busy. How the time passes.
In quiet moments I have spent time painting. The mood is small. I love the little paintings. I have a room of small paintings. I stare at them as if they are tiny windows and they gently carry me to other places. They are undemanding and intimate, drawing one in closely to have a look. This is a time for small.