The world outside my loft has its own rhythm that pays no mind to me or the relentless drone of traffic scurrying to gosh knows where. If I listen intently I hear the wind as it exchanges words with the leaves or makes the corn stalks chuckle. I breath in and try to adjust my rhythm to match theirs.
Got one of a two part commissioned piece done. It's not photographing well, my camera has a problem with the teal and blues, but here is a snippet.
And for those interested here is a little of what I did with the shells and driftwood.
"We seldom know where our dreams will take us, but we follow them because we must--they have wings and we take flight." Bren Thebeau
"We seldom know where our dreams will take us, but we follow them because we must--they have wings and we take flight." Bren Thebeau
