Another grey and rainy day. This used to depress me, this continuous greyness, day after day. My daily walks with the dog have changed this. I go out, walk and enjoy the beauty of any weather. Greyness takes many forms and when you are out there, you experience its many hues. Today it all felt so soft. There was almost no wind and the little breeze felt gentle, a bit damp and so soft. Looking around me I saw how the low grey clouds hid, covered trees and houses for them to reappear a bit later again, for these clouds are always moving. Sometimes we also hide and cover ourselves in a bit of a cloud, withdraw, to reappear again, to show ourselves again in our full glory.
It is a beautiful, murky morning. Sharing some pictures and thoughts feels important to me at this moment. The act of sharing gives me most pleasure. I remember so clearly the feeling when my paintings were exhibited. Painting is such a solitary activity and then allowing other people to see them is a bit overwhelming and at the same time so joyous because you share. Although this is a very anonymous medium, I do also get the same pleasure: fleeting thoughts, a moment of beauty, colours, emotions..they are offered to you and that is a nice thing to do.