As the mother of a toddler, wandering the parks and lanes and shady gardens of the city, I see a plethora of wonderful kids. There is inspiration everywhere, and I take it where I can.
I see a story in every little face, and I fall in love with them so often through the lens. Some of them ignore me, and others interact with me gladly.
Some faces instantly inspire the groundwork for a painting, and those I try to capture and hold in my mind, a little story encapsulated in a frame or two, waiting to unfold.
As the mother of a toddler, wandering the parks and lanes and shady gardens of the city, I see a plethora of wonderful kids. There is inspiration everywhere, and I take it where I can.
I see a story in every little face, and I fall in love with them so often through the lens. Some of them ignore me, and others interact with me gladly.
Some faces instantly inspire the groundwork for a painting, and those I try to capture and hold in my mind, a little story encapsulated in a frame or two, waiting to unfold.
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