I've been painting on stones again. Maybe more like doodling... but it feels good. I have so little time for my own artistic expression this summer. I ache for this kind of time and space... so much so that I'm finding it creeping into my life in unexpected ways. I hadn't planned on stones... they were suddenly in my hand at nap time yesterday. I grabbed my ink and turned away from the the mountain of dishes. The wonderful relief that came with letting my brush move in unexpected ways was amazing.
Are they works of art... well, maybe not... but they are art that works... to keep me open and keep me sane. When my napper awoke, these little stones were incorporated into her afternoon play. Spontaneous goodness in every way.