With all of this rushing from point A to point B, I hope I remember to smell the flowers.
Well, here's me smelling the flowers. Do you ever look at the sky during sunset on a warm day? Do you see the neon pink and the gold, and think to yourself, "my god, that looks like pastels! So smooth and creamy." How can something be so beautiful?
Nature seriously gives me goosebumps, it's such a sight.
Always amazing me.
Then there's the times driving to work, it's 4:30 AM. Rain has fallen, everything is wet. But God, how the lights reflect on the road. I think to myself, "i need to call off and paint this, NOW. Go get my canvas, my acrylics, my brushes and find a place to park and paint this." Do I ever? No. I have responsibilities of course. But now the image is only a faded memory.
The rushing, rushing, rushing is ruining me.
Well, here's me smelling the flowers. Do you ever look at the sky during sunset on a warm day? Do you see the neon pink and the gold, and think to yourself, "my god, that looks like pastels! So smooth and creamy." How can something be so beautiful?
Nature seriously gives me goosebumps, it's such a sight.
Always amazing me.
Then there's the times driving to work, it's 4:30 AM. Rain has fallen, everything is wet. But God, how the lights reflect on the road. I think to myself, "i need to call off and paint this, NOW. Go get my canvas, my acrylics, my brushes and find a place to park and paint this." Do I ever? No. I have responsibilities of course. But now the image is only a faded memory.
The rushing, rushing, rushing is ruining me.
