To break the holiday sloth - I found beauty in the mists shrouding the hills and have started a new painting.
When I suddenly see pyramids in the trees, or patterns and unexpected rhythms or silver trails drawn on the still pond by ducks
These are the things that heal me
There is a painful innocence - a life in the natural world beyond our human selfishness
A pure life motive
I feel the sacrifice in it
Death to death and pain forever
A definite stillness.
Paul
I don't want a carbon copy - I see pyramids in Craig -Y- Nos - I see muted colour and a sense of the place.
When I suddenly see pyramids in the trees, or patterns and unexpected rhythms or silver trails drawn on the still pond by ducks
These are the things that heal me
There is a painful innocence - a life in the natural world beyond our human selfishness
A pure life motive
I feel the sacrifice in it
Death to death and pain forever
A definite stillness.
Paul
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