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Saturday, January 21, 2017

Mountain dreams

Los Suenos de Los Sangre de Cristos, 9 x 12 watercolor, 140# Fabriano Artistico
 Peace. When you need peace, you go to the mountains. In the autumn, with snow on the high country.
This view comes from photos of our trip to Colorado a year an a half ago, staying in Westcliff, at the base of the majestic 14,000-foot+ Sangre de Cristos. 
My goal this year, is a painting a week. Why? Because of dreams and peace.
In times like these, of turmoil and hate and division and uncertainty, peace is away from the crowd and 24-hour barrage of nonsense. It descends like snow in the  high country as you ignore the so-called "human" world, and consider creation.
Painting it, writing it, brings peace also.  Dreams.



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