I went to an art show in Park City at the Coda Gallery. It's been more than a week and I still find myself thinking about what I saw--paintings like this one--"The Heart's Timing." I am blown away by Melissa Peck's detail and uniqueness of her work. There was a mystery and somehow some relatable quality to every one of her paintings at the show. Being an artist is so risky. I admire you all, and thank you for sharing so much of yourself with little old me.
unfortunately (or maybe not) I find myself relating most to those gnomes/clowns...anyone else?