C17 Rogue

I tilted my canvas to the left as I tried to get my paint brush at the perfect angle for my now fully developed yellow flower.

Anytime I needed to think, relax or just be at peace, I just grabbed my supplies and made art. A bird chirped beside me as the cool evening breeze from the meadow whipped my hair all over in messy curls. I frowned as I ran my hand through it