New Spring Artwork

May 9, 2020

Home and Happy

We are all at home – all five of us. Our family is united as we were back before my oldest son Alexander (now 35 years old) left for college. We share three meals a day, and we spend our days working on our art. I regularly ride my horse Danilo on the hill by our house. My husband Serge and I go on long walks in the early mornings as a way to start our day. Peace and quiet reign as the usual whirlwind of my life is gone.

I have enjoyed observing the spring as it comes in from every direction, without a care or a thought to what the world of humans is going through. Each time I pick up my brushes and palette to paint, I feel truly inspired by the nature that surrounds me, calling me to take part in its dance. My desire for my painting is that it will communicate something of beauty, truth, and hope to you, the viewer. May you be blessed during this time, and in the days to come.

 

 

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