Feeding the Muse

An hour after I spoke to a Hospice volunteer group on Thursday, we drove to SeaTac and flew to the Southwest to visit dear friends. We listened to a different set of birds and looked at rock formations.  And the sky, it is big and pink with sand, infused with fine, dry air. 

I feed the beauty of my art muse in the Northwest where I live like a monk, a cave dweller of sorts.
I create out of my inner life and visions, pulling inspiration from what I look at, read,  listen to and pray for here. In my studio cave under big cedars and firs.

This weekend I experienced why artists and other creatives travel to feed their beauty.  I did not think I needed to do this, but now I believe otherwise.

RedRock NV, Sophie