A collaboration of conspirators and some alcohol. The paintings appeared on the cusp of old and new. Old boxes for the New Year. In moments of reflection, the brushes moved about and reported what was on their minds. What was in the air. What lay ahead. Some say, it was early. Some say, it was late. I guess, we’ll have to let it play out to find the truth.
2 comments
Comment by Mom
Mom January 4, 2019 at 2:33 pm
🙂 I hope Kelly liked it all!!
Comment by Kelly Robinson
Kelly Robinson March 27, 2019 at 6:23 am
Very much so. 🙂