take a breath and hold on tight

there comes a point when you realize who you've been, who you are and who you want to be.

i can't explain what happened when i picked up my first paint brush. something awakened inside of me. something that never goes away. anytime there is a brush in my hand, magic happens :)

last april, admist some misc home repairs (i look hot in a tool belt, btw), i was doing some touchup painting in my kitchen and i picked up a brush and felt at peace. i felt whole. i felt like ... me. it's so hard to explain how alive i feel when i'm creating.



when i start out paint an oceanscape, and it becomes a field of flowers, its only because the canvas wants to see flowers.

i let the painting paint itself, and then it smiles back.

the paint doesn't work for me, i work for it.

i never really think about what im going to do. i just throw the paint on and watch the magic unfold.