The first downpour was just starting when I arrived home from the gym. I couldn't go inside, the rain beckoned to me. Sitting in a rocker on our covered front porch, I soaked in the atmosphere. "Paint me, paint me...", came it's siren call. I had chores to do, children to feed, a shower to take (for crying out loud!), and yet the brushes called. I could not walk away. I set up on the porch, sheltered from the rain, and worked while the grandsons ran in and out of the rain, splashing all the way. Just a little slice of sanity in a crazy, busy day. Painting number 1288 in 1288 days.
|Garden Phlox Illusion|
Oil on panel, 6x6