Porch Paintin'

There is not much sweeter and more therapeutic than sitting on my back porch smearing paint on a canvas with my brushes and fingers while sharing the hearts' concerns and excitements with a close friend. Especially not with dear Erin. 

We could win most bizarre expression contest, for sure. 

I laugh every time. 

Our day's results.

The pink one I started shortly after my dad died 3 years ago and could never finish it.
So many attempts displayed through various layers of paint. 

But alas, I'm finally happy with this final version simply displaying

the virtues covering the whole experience:

Peace & Love.

Artsy fartsy.