Art in process …
There are inklings of vision that come from my days in printing; ink of paper. However, I have started pushing water and color onto paper from markers, pencils, and brushes.
I do it for love. I do it to stay open. I do it because I do not know. I do it to muzzle my judge. I am finding myself while getting lost.
I spent many years making ‘greeting cards’; working on the small side.
I do this to share. I make cards and mail them to people; particularly those who respond favorably.
I don’t know what I’m doing exactly and am in no hurry to find out.