Painting is personal to me. I am the gardener who digs deep into the dirt, squeezing the tiny seeds of a flower in my hand, and sprinkling them over the imagination of my soul. As the flower grows, head held high, it decorates my garden and the world with its beauty and renews my belief in what I can achieve. I remember the most minute details. Nature and the earth give me confidence and become my eternal reward. I get lost in my painting and time passes by quickly. This is a picture of doing one of my first paintings at Dell’s, my mother’s friends house after a painting lesson. Enjoy, and become stress free. Love ya and hugs, Sherry
Arts and Writing by Sherry 