I feel so relaxed when I paint! It’s almost like the act of painting gives my mind just enough structure to organize my thoughts into a manageable stream. It’s meditative. Each thought comes in its own time and lingers there in my consciousness as long as it needs to before it swims off in brush strokes, making room for the next one. Choosing and mixing colors, selecting brushes and applying paint are the perfect amount of distraction. This is why it seems the busier I am in my life, the more I paint. I need to.

I don’t labor over paintings. I breathe in and out. I ponder things, places and people. While my brain is doing this, my hand paints.