Ed. of 10 printmaking
When the jpeg became my copper plate
Adapting with joy
Each day appears before me; this window in front of my bed.
Part memory, part looking; the rains, fog, and mist move through these mountains with a slow drawling welcome.
My heart cannot help but sing.
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower