I am not an artist. I am very talented in many ways ~ having a lovely picture or design come out of a brush at the end of my hand is not one of the ways. So it is amazing and delightful to me when it happens.
The hub is a woodworker and has created library shelves, bathroom cabinets and several other things for the house. My contribution is to oil the wood. When I do that mundane and still important job, I become an artist.
I wipe an oil-filled rag across a plain piece of wood and lovely and gorgeous designs appear. The wood turns a rich amber. Twirls and swirls of darker and lighter hues flow across the cutting. From my finger tips, art appears. I love it. ~ with blessings
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