Final Solo
She emerged from her house after breakfast to greet the new day. The sky was broad and stretched out in all directions. She was more than ready to sus out the secrets hiding beneath the endless layer of rich blue., There was just something about the morning sky and the cool fresh air of morning. She finished her chores quickly and came back for her packed art bag, off again in search of good aspects and favorable lighting. It was her favorite kind of day. Sometimes she liked being alone, it helped her artistic ben, otherwise some of the creative energy went into talking instead. This way it was all channeled onto the paper. This undiluted form of art, she found to be more compelling than when she was distracted by others or a busy schedule that temporarily put a halt to her art making.