It became a "buttermilk sky" and I loved laying on the deck to watch it develop. My thoughts went to a time when our puppy, Scooter, shredded one of Mom's decorator pillows. The fluff matched the clouds. Maybe that's why we call them "fluffy clouds."
I think that the creative process is endlessly fascinating, frustrating, elusive, energizing, and always interesting. Here's a great talk by author Elizabeth Gilbert ("Eat, Pray, Love") on the subject. I hope you'll listen, but moreover, I hope that you have the courage and the strength to keep showing up to your own wonderful art journey!
