Painting Stories...

These two grand passions flow through me... always there... always bubbling, trying to find their way out. One takes over, and then the other, but the two rarely dwell in harmony. At the moment, it's the art pouring out, while the words struggle to find their way to the surface. My husband says my focus should always be on the writing. But there's something about the painting too. They are equals in my heart. And perhaps my life is just too loud at the moment to think of the next line. I don't have to think when I paint. But I do. They say a picture paints a thousand words. Maybe I'm writing in color...