This. Stuff like this. I never thought I could EVER create something that would ever bring out such emotions in somebody. Art moves me like this. Makes me laugh, cry…all kinds of emotions…it rarely makes me feel indifferent…and even when it does, well, it has still stirred and evoked something within me.
My Rainbow Angel is making living, breathing angels happy…and how can I not be moved by that? How could that not spur me on to keep working? Keep making art? Keep painting?