I scrambled out of bed, sleepy-eyed and disarrayed, and pulled open the blinds. I saw the sun rising between bundles of houses and trees; the sun - golden, magenta, warm and creamy. It slowly slipped it's way into the sky. I saw beauty between mundane, unique in the midst of causal.
You see, lately I've found it hard to see beauty through the mundane; and how I long for adventure. To be in Paris, the Louvre, a coffee shop in Italy, splashing in the shores of New Zealand, climbing the mountains of Scotland or participating in the bustle of London or NYC... my mind wanders, clicks -- yes, I also strive to be a hunter of beauty. I strive not to gain that beauty with money and traveling expeditions, but through God's creation, everyday happenings, my own talents, inspiring pictures and words.
“I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder
― Laura Ingalls Wilder
(homemade bread)
creation - (anatomy and physiology)
(film grain)
(doodles)
xxx acacia
post script: I would really like your opinion - please comment! - do you like my drawings/paintings/art endeavors enough to see me posting about them often on here?
