The Rainbow Hands
by Mary P. Williams
It was my 76th year to heaven and the weather turned around … there stood I in the Rio Grande Valley with paint on my hands. To be creative is to be divine. Perhaps it may be unbelievable but the drive to “make something” grows stronger with age. The question is not how (wood? marble? oil paint? acrylics? paper? canvas?) …
the question is what …
what stirs in our dreams ?
Mary P Williams 