I paint in my hotel room~

more to come! not done with 'hem of his robe' series, but entering into this 'Nehemiah 8:17' :)))

I paint in my hotel room. When traveling for long periods of time I can't control the need and often-times break out the wax.

I am cautious! 

I open the door;

start before housekeeping comes around to sniff out my idiosyncrasy;

protect the beautiful laminate furniture (read the sarcasm :) with paper grocery sacks before beginning.

 I find it MUST happen!~

A month is a long time to go without putting brush to bord except to demonstate and inspire.

An attendee to my Asheville, NC workshop stated that these paintings spoke 'a happy person painted me!' 

I am thrilled to embrace that assessment; 

and post them in gratitude to my hubby, John Tod Govaert, this Valentine's day;

5 years ago we met on our nervous first date. 

3 1/2 years ago we went our separate ways to

'find a deeper something

that was missing'.

2 years ago we found our way

back

having discovered the missing, 

and that we were both in it.

To many more years of Valentine's day 

filled with happy paintings~

in love. Trish

day 23

23
tucking his cloak into his belt

day 4

4
A sound of heavy rain

not the best photography skills here, but the jist is-stamp on Encausticbord. Charcoal on encausticbord. Encaustic paint. Incising, pigment stick, tar paint. End result? Yummy goodness :)
in love. trish