wanted to write to say these words, about our time where we sat and painted…a happy memory!

joined together, looking up at the screen and down at our brushes, talking, talking, drifting into working on our pages, going back in, drawing something out, scattered pages on the floor, surroundings, the washing machine noise was there, sound of water swilling around a brush.
united, not talking about what we were painting, allowing the doing of it to be the focus. leaving things unfinished so we could talk again.