Oil on canvas, 12x12, not for sale
I have to say that I am on a roll with the pet portraits this week. I've found something new in my painting, something that is better, and lighter, and richer, and more buoyant - something that delights me more each time.
Isn't that amazing? Isn't it reassuring? But how does it happen? How does work change? How do new ideas spring out of old ones? How does the soul, or spirit, or both, steer themselves towards new joys?
I do not know the answer, I only know it's true. I only know that somewhere deep within us, somewhere that is quiet and exuberant, there is something pure and shining and solid and ever-changing - and if we can find it, if we can let ourselves hear it or see it or experience it, everything changes.