It has been a number of years since I've tried to express myself on canvas. While the siren call of my muse has, at times been distant and as indistinct as a light breeze it has always been there, whispering in my ear and showing me visions only my minds eye can see. My muse has been with me since the beginning of time, calling out to me and suducing me with images. It has been a long time since I have heeded her call, choosing instead to pursue a life in which the colors have faded and run like a watercolor painting that has been abandoned to the elements. All the while my muse waits like a lover waits to embrace a true love who is returning from war.
I am returning wounded and a bit shopworn, but also a with a wisdom that is only gained from fighting in the trenches.
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