Saturday, December 18, 2010

cloud spirit

I began a painting of a Native American I had seen in a meeting. He had a fascinating face, and I painted it from memory - didn't like it. While lying at rest at my accupuncturist's office, I had a moment where I knew what I wanted to do with it. Funny how when you're quiet, these things come. His face is still there, but only if you look for it.

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