From My Front Porch

I try to be sketching always, always. Drawing anything. Drawing the dishes on the table. Painting my breakfast. Drawing the people in a restaurant waiting to be seated. I try to look at everything. It is all part of my world. I am an artist… everything on this earth means something. Everything is pretty.

I try to keep every faculty I have been blessed with wide awake. The more steps I take in this pilgrimage that is being peace, the more full my life is getting. See, paint, and be grateful.

I begin with my own front door. If we each just sweep our own front porch, the whole world will be clean.