Late afternoon, images whirl by. How do I capture it all? We passed this farm in Leicester, North Carolina-- an artist pallet of neon greens and gold on crystal blue. The country air, the fragance of life lived simply."When I paint green, it doesn't mean grass;
when I paint blue, it doesn't mean sky." ~ Henri Matisse
when I paint blue, it doesn't mean sky." ~ Henri Matisse
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