For those of you who don't know me well and my introverted exterior, all I can say is that a books dust jacket only tells a limited story...one never knows what goes on just below craniums protective shell.
So, here today, a cast shadow of poetic memory of one personal late afternoon's wander across the highlands of Scottish wildness...a recollection giving pause in thankful gratitude for the divine gifts of sensuality...sight, sound, taste, touch and smell...and as I do, I remember that shadows exude colour and are sculpted only when touched by sunshines caress.
A Celtic Pathway Psalm
|Character...a recently completed 30" X 40" acrylic on canvas|
Soli Deo Gloria