i'm all over the place these days when it comes to painting. i think that's because i'm all over the place. my world is shifting and recalibrating and that comes through in my art. i sort of like that. it feels adventurous and i wonder where i'll land, if i'll land. art, for me, is extremely narrative. my paintings tell the story of where i happen to be in my life. i love, love, love this part of being a painter - the story telling.
i miss her optimism. and courage. and determination. i get all teary eyed about her. i really, really do. so much has happened since she dared to dream big. and knowing what i know now about how complicated our stories can be, and how easy it is to get off track, and how gratitude is the only way to joy, i want to reach out and give her a giant bear hug and thank her for reaching out toward something that was greater than herself and embracing all the possibilities that were waiting for her all along.
right now, today, i am reminded of my own beginnings. i miss them, i miss her, and i'm working hard at embracing that beginner's mind again. there is so much magic in those moments of working hard and being thankful about what is today, and dreaming big about tomorrow.