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Inches Away, Seeing Close Up, REALITY. Who are you?

Brush Strokes of Life © Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 Have you ever stood just inches away from a painting? Up close, all you see are individual brush strokes. Some are bright. Some are dark. Some seem completely out of place. Only when you step back does the picture begin to make sense. Life often feels that way. The image above is only a small section of one of my larger paintings. Looking closely, you'll find brilliant colors beside deep shadows. Every stroke matters. I believe our lives are painted much the same way. Each day adds another brush stroke. Some are filled with joy. Others are painted with grief, uncertainty, or waiting. While we're living those moments, we rarely understand why they are there. But God sees the entire canvas. Looking back over my own life, I can now see that the unexpected moments often became the ones that shaped me the most. As I begin sharing more stories in Brush Strokes of Life, I hope you'll dis...
no. 6 Tying the Slipper Contemporary Art Ballerina Slipper Daily Painting by Laurie Justus Pace 8 x 10 inch Oil on Linen Contact me to purchase: Laurie RAINEX. Have you ever tried that on your car windshield? If you have not, GO BUY IT TODAY. Terry has always used it on our cars. I think they use it exclusively on the airplanes...imagine those big birds in the sky and a rain storm. That jingles my nerves. We were on our way early this morning through treacherous traffic to Metro VW. My baby car needed a new fan for the heater/AC and there were drips of oil on the floor of the garage and she needed a new fuel filter. Irregardless, as we left at 8 this morning (Yes, that is why I am blogging late) it was in rain rain rain and sleet sleet sleet the further west we drove toward the mid cities area. Terry had a new coating of Rainex on the windshield and we were driving along with out the tension of the blades going whish whish and click click and the nervous scurry of the windshiel...