bonjour... sometimes, i paint with my hands. other times, a palette knife. i even use a brush on occasion. i used to care about the end result way too much. then, on a hot summer afternoon, orange splashed me... an epiphany of sorts. i haven’t been the same since. now, i relax and enjoy the gooey, delicious journey of seeing the painting unfurl. the final work is just the cherry on top of the whipped cream that crowns the hot fudge that smothers the ice cream. most of the yummy stuff is the journey of creation and, oh yeah, a painting is born in the process. my poetry isn’t complicated or proper. it really is graffiti of my soul. the paintings and poems i’m sharing with you here are just a few of many from the millions of words i’ve written and the rugged terrain of the paint layers on my palette. when i'm not painting or writing poetry, i'm busy as contessa of cool breeze marketing. it’s purejoy to share some of my paintings and poems with you. if they sustain, comfort, or inspire you... or if they just make you smile... then i’m glad. if nothing here is your cup of tea, that’s okay, too. have fun. ...jnfr