What color is your breathe? What color is your blood? What color are your leaves? What color is the mud?
Things grow in their own way. Paintings develop on their own. Usually they grow in a manner that suites them best and not so much the painter. When you force it too much it can break. Let the water flow where it will — around the corner and down the hill.
Here are some snippets of paintings I have been working on over last month or so. I plan on painting more at home as we learn how to care for a young son — as we ride though the last of winter.
I love to paint. I love to be outside on a sunny day. I love hot drinks. Sometimes I love a little whiskey. I love a kiss on the cheek. I love a warm hug. I love it when my brain can calm down and I can feel like it is all going be ok. I like to watch plants grow. I like to let me mind go. Open up and let it show.
see you soon,
Kyle BlackCatTips Brooks