“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, ‘This is what it is to be happy.'”
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
It’s good to finally feel that spark of fresh artistic inspiration like I finally felt when I started painting mountains. The most frustrating times for me is when the desire is there to create, but nothing feels inspired.It’s those heart thumping, urgent, fully focused artistic moments that are what I live for. When I’m completely absorbed in a project and it stops being about perfecting a final product (something that insures I am bound to be disappointed and zaps me of desire) and more about personal expression.
Process: Pencil drawing, watercolor pens, gauche paint.
I can’t believe it’s August already….I am not ready for winter….
After losing about 10 years worth of posts from my blog thanks to godaddy, I am just thankful I still have some of my saved elsewhere!
(in taupe distressed) at 
jessbobess 
