Orange Doughnut Flowers 1, 2018
For someone whose mind is almost never quiet, it is profound that I have a quiet place. Give me some paint, and I am suddenly a person who can think about only one thing at a time. I don’t stress or ruminate in this quiet place. Thoughts come and go. I sort things out. I notice feelings and I let myself feel without fear. I become gentle to myself. I settle down inside. It’s no wonder that I keep coming back to paint. I choose some colors, textures, shapes, and objects, and I move them around on my canvas and I see. I see that they communicate the quiet I feel inside. I paint in this new quiet place. It’s Ok.