This is day seven, number two. The first one I painted was a dud. A semi-dud. It might see the light of day if I need to catch up, or if I feel the need for a nap over painting.

I have made silly mistakes in most of my paintings this week. Mostly, it comes down to being too repetitive. Not changing things up. But I realize, part of it is that I am getting lost in the moment. The process. The doing. That’s a good thing.

Here too, mistakes. Just too many. Too many blooms. Too many big splatters. Too many. Haha. But week one is done. I had fun. And there is always tomorrow.

A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it.
It just blooms.
Zen Shin

Raise your words, not voice.
It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Rumi

If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose,
spring would lose its loveliness.
Therese of Lisieux