8"x8" oil & cold wax on canvas
by Ruth Andre
The ranch creek is quietly traveling through its bed of sand and pillowy rocks. I think of the creek as a living being that moves through the cycles of life. It is quiet and then rages and then begins to fade and finally is swallowed by the highway of sand that it travels. May the rains come once again and give the creek new life. The quiet of the creek has made, "A Painting Day".