Looking for a bolthole

There comes a time when a quiet place for contemplation is a necessity.  There is the bush, the stream, birdlife,   –  I am surrounded by these things. Nature gives of her peacefulness so that we can recharge our creative batteries.

I’m looking for a space to call my own for next year, where I can make a mess and it won’t matter.  Leave half finished work on the floor and not have to clear it away.  Be enthused to take on a new challenge of painting the life I have lived, if that is possible.   Have to wait and see.