When I finished painting Moonlit Mist, I kept seeing a face in it. This has happened more than once, and I’ve always followed my instincts and worked out the faces or bodies, animals, persons, or mythical creatures that I discovered.
Here is the second tree from the sketches with attached poems. The poem is obscure, to say the least, but I allowed myself to edit it slightly. Crayons on Paper ` Close by A tree, lost in thought, Longing for Spring. Its dreams Manifest In birds, flowers, and people Dreaming of Commitment ` © HMH,…