Sometimes we find ourselves dissolving the mountain of our being in order to give birth to the being we are becoming. Perhaps the orbs of previous posts have facilitated my rebirth. I now look at every cloud with the eyes of a painter. I now invoke the Muses and humbly request their exhilarating presence as I stand before my easel smelling the sweet perfume of linseed oil. I’ve become the painter who was looking through my eyes.
Please visit me at my new blog, Cheyenne Paints, as I chronicle my adventures with the Muse of painting. I look forward to seeing you there. And, the occasional quest for orbs that will still be appearing in these pages.
Thanks for your many visits to the land of orbs.