The Queen…The Goddess
Published on March 24, 2010
Here I am on the last day of the Wild Heart Painting Retreat. Here I am with all of my paintings hanging. I did a total of five. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is what happened to me…my heart….my soul….my Creative Juicy Life as I painted these paintings. I began to hear a voice….a strong, demanding, voice…a voice that directed my brush strokes, my color choices, and even how large or small the paper was to be. A voice that instructed me when to paint and when not to. A voice that scared the hell out of me.
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