Brush Strokes.

The canvas is the door to my soul
The brush is the key that unlocks
Pieces of me,
Visions of my world.
My art expresses what I see,
What I feel.
I am defined by my brush.
DJR


Working on these newsletters is tough. Sometimes I feel like I am translating more than editing, especially when the author's first language is not English. Then there are the guys who string together clichés and phrases that make little sense in the order in which they are written. These guys are very intelligent and capable people. Most of them never had to learn how to write because they had secretaries to take their dictation or entire PR departments to spin their ideas.

When I had to break away to clear my head, I worked on the painting above. It is in oils. Where I can usually kick out a painting in a few days, this one sat on the easel for over two weeks while I did a little now and a little more later. I like it, and it was fun. For once I did not get lost in painting a lot of detail. I did not even paint a background, just colors to create mood. Now it is back to the grind. Catch you guys later!