“It’s a great to be alive day!” as my Mom would regularly shout out throughout my teenage years. It was the way I knew her to connect with that which is larger than herself. There was no doubt in my…

“It’s a great to be alive day!” as my Mom would regularly shout out throughout my teenage years. It was the way I knew her to connect with that which is larger than herself. There was no doubt in my…
Wet on wet. Really wet on dripping wet. Veil painting is not for the faint of heart. It is not for a type A personality. The paint has a mind of its own and goes where it wants to. It…