Painting and poetry -- you were made for these times. How I love the unfolding of the young ballerina. The corrections. Choices. Fixes. Embellishments. Depth. And Value. Just like writing only with a paint brush. And too, the new creation with the solitary tree, lonely for more, for the trees you will add to its world.

This morning, I'm grateful for the process art brings. What we recognize in each other Beth, this ongoing adventure with honoring soul's longing to express through creative means. The word "value" stays with me, representing the deepening of color, shadow and light, but also a metaphor for how we hold our art. I value the process. I value my artistic friends. I value the desire to make beauty. I value your creations.

Sign me, a forever friend and fan. Biggest of hugs. ~stephanie