Whenever I begin with that first brush stroke, that first bit of paint on canvas I always wonder as I progress how I will know when it’s done. My good friend and partner, an artist of incredible proportions, told me that I would know. He was right. I began painting my angel muse when I moved in to my new home two months ago (wow, two months ago today). I signed it last night, and knew it was time to stop, that this is how my muse wanted to remain; to be.
Were that other things in life as simple at figuring out that you’ve done enough, or needed to keep going at, keep striving for, trying for.