Crazy for cobalt…

“It always comes down to the same necessity; go deep enough and there is a bedrock of truth, however hard.”
~ May Sarton

Where wouldst thou be, if not in the light of thy gifts? If for a time in the pit of darkness?

The mind is a tricky thing. A fox… a coyote… a Kokopeli.

Today I speak in riddles. Isn’t life like that sometimes?

Pulling in different directions. Too many distractions.

A new season is whispering in the wind.

Approaching a panel… opening jars of paint… my heart jumps in the unknown as cobalt has its way with me.

Feeling like I’m following a flow of weather patterns lately… swirling, streaming, colliding.