Spent the night on Mt. St. Michel. Sheep graze along the causeway to this medieval islet. It was a nerve shattering night, for some reason, this place, even with the abbey, was foreboding. The morning of our departure I learned that Mt. St. Michel was used as a prison, I have good instincts. It seemed appropriate to paint the serenity of the sheep.
Wow SOOOO beautiful! You are very talented! I love your paining style!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Marlee! This painting was a gift to a friend who was losing a health battle. After her death,I hope it was a comfort to her family.
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