Thursday, March 21, 2019

Listening to Whispers

put on your hiking
shoes, could be mud. nourishing
unexpected walk.

Whispers of the Heart
12 x 12"; acrylic on masonite board
abstract
2019

8 comments:

Lola (Jen Jovan) said...

oooooh! Mud! And dancing fronds...

dotty seiter: now playing said...

Hi Jen. Indeed. The blessing of an unexpected impromptu walk this afternoon with a longtime friend whom I haven't seen for ages. And opportunities to paint. And realizing I like this painting in the above WIP stage better than where it later landed. All good!

carol edan said...

Your poem is the exact walks I take with my daughter. The slippery mud clay, not the best recipe for my knee but nourishing none the less. Love those muted greens dancing with the bright blues!

dotty seiter: now playing said...

What fun to have described your walks with your daughter as well as my own walk, Carol! Glad you like 'those muted greens dancing with the bright blues' here—I got delightfully absorbed in color mixing as I worked on this.

Simone said...

Beautiful those small pieces of grass! Makes me feel like a small ant looking at the world! Wish you a beautiful weekend!

dotty seiter: now playing said...

Simone, I love your ant-in-the-grass perspective with this painting! Thank you!

Sheila said...

You tall grasses can't be ignored. O'Keeffe would be proud ;) I feel the slight breeze, cool treat in the warm sun. Ahhh. :)

dotty seiter: now playing said...

Thanks for your welcome feedback, Sheila—the O'Keefe reference, the feeling of a slight breeze, the cool and warm. Ahhh, lucky I am to have faithful followers cheering me along : )

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