Late September at the country:
Smell of berries floods the memory with sweetness, leaves turning, thoughts ripening, red apples dropping about my feet. Over the painterly hill top nature is reluctantly preparing for autumn/winter.
To be in communion with nature is so emotionally nourishing. I shall be roaming about in the spiritual wilderness of the countryside this weekend - trying to balance the mind which creates and the soul that suffers. If you are unable to get to the country. Try and sit quietly for awhile - stillness is the greatest inspiration of all. Wishing you all a happy week.
Images: En route to Paris: Here I am at the outdoor market, parmesan cheese in hand, wearing silk blouse by Celine, the local cathedral, grapes from a nearby vineyard, the view of the French mountains from said vineyard, myself looking out the window, antique teacups before tea, the picture I'm currently painting.