I enjoy painting it so much, I went to bed with my sketchbook, numbering where I wanted to apply 'what and the colors'. The sky has 40 large white hearts painting in it- only Storm and I saw them. It's all that matters.
I'm intentionaly painting love with every stroke!
It feels fantastic.
I've read some interesting facts about the beautiful bluejay, the meaning of when 'it visits.' I'm still mesmerized on my bluejay visit I had -I can't wait to paint the eye.
Those sweet eyes looking at me calmly with trust. Reminding me to do the same.
Do what you love.
Only a few items of importance in the new nest.... ;)