To Walk, To Run
I love to walk, I love to run. In fact, I have this recurring fantasy that one day I'll start walking and not stop. It isn't an escapist fantasy, though there are days when the minutiae of life becomes frustratingly burdensome and to walk is a relief. And, I love my family and every return home. To walk, to run is more about the experience. Its repetition becomes a small act of pilgrimage. Nor is every walk about covering a literal distance. Artists know that painting is a continuing trail and its end point is not finite.
This small pastel painting of a lighthouse marks a point on the way.