What the garden whispered to me on a yellow summers day ...
A painting of my little feline friend, venturing out into the garden on a summers day. Light dappling through leaves and branches, flowers exhaling scent, petals falling down from the trees, berries glowing un the shades of rose bushes.
Tiny insects dancing in a sunny haze, a bird singing somewhere high up. Maybe not to high, maybe aware of velvety paws approaching over an emerald lawn ...
After all this cat, dangerous to feathered friends as he might be, sometimes just liked to roll around beneath the tulips and daffodils, lazy and tipsy from all the ebautifull colours and snells that surround him.
It's still winter here in germany, but earth is preparing for spring. nd spring already started here in my studio, More glimpses of what i'm working on in my next post.
