She saw it differently.
And in that difference something she had never seen before.
She was awakened to the shapes, patterns and a plethora of planes begging for color...
begging to come alive.
Only then did she realize she must paint and behold what will come.
The surprise and delight secured the chance she took to see a difference in the common.
She billowed over with satisfaction of a job well done.
And then she turned it over.
She knew then adding color would never be done till her dying day.
a drink carton, paint, brushes and an eye for pattern on this artist holiday,