My mother was an artist. She passed away last week. I was by her side. It was a grueling time but I feel privileged to have been with her through her last days.
I sat down to paint this morning, not expecting to be able to. I had 963 Hz frequency music playing. The healing frequency of God. I just asked my mother to guide my brush. She must have because I could not have painted today.
These are the two paintings we finished today.