I don't know what comes first. The words, the feeling, the colors. Or just all of it intertwined as a braid. Building the whole picture. Sometimes it's a reflection of sun on snow, sometimes a word, a gesture. Or the smell of coffee in a place called home. There is usually a spark and that's where I start.
These paintings where not inspired by the poem Sunrise, by Mary Oliver. I made them and then the poem surfaced in my mind. Or maybe it was just there all along, the words, I just didn't notice. I love the process like this. Just letting go of the idea of what something should be - and just let it happen. Let mind, spirit, heart and hand braid themselves into a beautiful whole.