Walking in the desert as sunset approaches is a magical time. Dead chollas glow as the late sun penetrates their thorny skeleton. I stood for a while marveling at their “aliveness”. I dreamt of being able to capture the moment. Words as well as images flooded my brain. I conjoured with words all the way home. Juggling reality, emotion and timefulness. As soon as I got home I scribbled words in my sketch book and let the thought of painting incubate for a while.
I’d be interested in your opinions regarding putting haiku verse on the painting. What does it add, does it distract?
Life on my Own 
I think your haiku verse is beautiful, as is your painting, and aids in telling your painting’s story! And each observer will interpret it as they are inspired to.
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Thanks Carol. So far, keep the haiku is winning
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