It's a new year, new days. Get up , drink coffee,read the newspaper and walk the stares to my studio. Outside it's grey, wet and cold. Here inside it's warm and with extra light on I can start to paint. What will the colour tell me today, where will it take me. The white paper is inviting, it wants me to start. This is the moment, I feel the excitement , the happiness .. Time flies flies away. The colour is clear in it's demand and the shapes appear, to disappear and then to appear again. to save them I mark them. Soon the light is to bad for these adventures, and time will once again show itself.
Published by Annica Delfos