Artist LC

  I have always loved the exquisite delicacy of Queen Anne’s Lace but a whole flower is way too daunting to undertake. However, as  I sit partially paralyzed, unable to think or read or write, I have some movement in my right hand. I have the time. It will take many hours to break. I approach it a little at a time for that is the only way to arrive at tge final destination of a picture! When I stand back from it, it suddenly looks right and I feel pleased.

  The artist and the soul and God are one. The pastel and the hand are guided by the inner eye that knows rather than the outer eye that sees. When words will not find pathways from the soul, colour takes over and dances on the paper expressing purity of feeling beyond even the capability of words. Words would struggle to contain their meaning.

The simplicity of the foxglove in its natural setting lifts my heart. It constantly stands and offers food yo humming bees. Its elegance and beauty rafiste ftom it. This one stands on the grave of our beloved dog. A loving reminder of his sweet nature and beautiful life.