when it rains….when it is too cold to work in the studio….when it is too hot….

or simply when…

Undercliff

I move away from the big paintings, take small squares of paper and my paints onto the covered patio, or under my Ash tree.

I listen

to the Rain, the Wind, Empty Space and who ever happens by. Raven. Bee. House Finches.

I do not think i just let the paint flow out of the end of the brush.

Then i stack up the pieces and carry them inside to see what the Wind has painted or the Rain. What Bee had to say….they are my great pleasures ~ small magic.

More small works in Dream Voices tseka