I sit in my studio this evening and the air is howling and the sound of rain drops are faint with the sound of wind. I usually have music generously playing while I paint. Not tonight. I like the sound of nature.
I hear the whisper of an idea.

I sit in my studio this evening and the air is howling and the sound of rain drops are faint with the sound of wind. I usually have music generously playing while I paint. Not tonight. I like the sound of nature.
I hear the whisper of an idea.