The fire is crackling, the animals are snoozing and I am at the easel. That has to be my very favorite thing, standing up to my easel. It’s like I’m full—full of energy and light, purpose, a reason to be.
Working Artist on the High Road to Taos
The fire is crackling, the animals are snoozing and I am at the easel. That has to be my very favorite thing, standing up to my easel. It’s like I’m full—full of energy and light, purpose, a reason to be.