"Come out here where the roses have opened. Let soul and world meet."
On Summer solstice I walked through the flowers by moonlight...the light of the strawberry moon. Everything was so quiet, only the petals whispering. My soul awake in the garden while the night sky held all my dreams.
I continue to sketch roses and then paint them with a wash of watercolor. The studio is my refuge during the heat of the day.
Come out here where the roses have opened
washed by the sea
Kerrie