My Yellow Neighbor
Praising his Maker
You are so loved
In Thee, O Lord, do I put my trust.
I love my Savior For though I am unworthy Still He loved me first
Twice I have been blessed For you are my beloved And you are my friend
Those who mourn are blessed because they will be comforted.
This painting is a happy scene to me, with all the flowers scattered hither and yon.
Practice in painting tulips sketch-style, plus a poem
Imitation is the highest form of flattery.