Elizabeth Erickson

On a sunny say, in a sunny room, a painter woman, or a “woman painter”, has stopped to gaze at the finished, completed, understood, thoughts-on-canvas that is here presented.

 

It has cost her more than you can imagine.  Here it is, fresh, vibrant, subtle, and favoring the blues of the vast lake and sky, meeting in a rim of pink and gold so very far away, and brought into focus out of her focus itself.

 

There is another painting nearby, of the goddess named “Iris” by the ancient Greeks.  It is made of endless ripples that create her image.  It was said that she had rainbow eyes.  Be in your moment.