Sipping and painting with friends whilst singing to crazy tunes cheers the lowest of souls. The singing got louder as the night progressed and some paintbrushes made it into the wine glasses. I wonder why.
Anyway, I woke up with a smile on my face and a spring in my step the next day.
Artist & Lover of God
Seeking to unveil the beautiful rhythms of love, hope and grace enshrouded in the mundane dailiness of the human condition and the spaces we inhabit