One stroke at a time.
This is bit of a delayed entry, I must say.
Last week, I had a strong urge to get my painting gear out for the first time in almost 3 yrs or more. I experienced so much inspiration this summer that made me want to reach out to a painting brush and a few tubes of paint while traveling through beautiful New England states or Northern Michigan. Of course, traveling in a car won't afford you a space of luxury to "paint" but I could not shake off the feeling or the need to create something from my image that I accumulated in the month of our traveling.
I sat down one afternoon after I spent a whole day planting, repotting, cleaning, etc..I was thirsty for something that fed my creative element..it is an inspiration born of the creation that declares the glory.
Although Van Gogh is not necessarily the closest human being I aspire to want to be, but I can not help it that I enjoy breathing the air he breathed when he held his brush. I don't know or understand all the eccentricity of his behavior but I admire his artistic expression. Just wish that he stuck around longer to breath in the grace that may have filled him fully or more completely.
I love the STARRY expression of Van Gosh's night sky and I have always wanted to draw from his inspiration and re-create. So, I combined a starry night and the northern woods. I could spend another 2-4 hours easily but I told myself to stop.... I enjoyed the painting joy and creating fun as well as reminiscing on the view of the created beauty of the northern county using my brush, one stroke at time.
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