The more I paint and learn about painting the more I see life as a painter. There is beauty in the simple things of life. Seeing the dirty happy faces of your kids when you get home is one of them. Another is your girl sharing corn with the little hen that's become her baby. The sky in the morning, the clouds during a storm and little flowers opening their petals, are all things that seem to be paintings to me now. If I had time or could paint a million miles an hour I would capture all of them. For now I file them away for another time or at least take a snapshot of a few with the camera.
