I love old-fashioned gardens and little cottages and ideas of rural life in the UK or Ireland. Lately my brain feels as though it’s in lock-up mode and I find myself lost in daydreams of escape to someplace peaceful, away from the uncertainties and daily grind of my own life here. I have a lot of irons in the fire. The landscape of a major life change is not a peaceful one and, given where I am and what I feel is expected of me at this point, I am having a hard time figuring out how I rest.
And so I paint. Does it help? No, not really, unless perhaps in just making what I’m thinking about more visible. Gardens can be wonderful places and I would love to find a place like this with flowers and birds and bees and butterflies and perhaps a garter snake or two, maybe a stream nearby and a little village with a pub and countryside where I could wander and unload.
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