Making art is fun. And hard. And compelling. And sometimes very tricky.

Which is to say, it’s a bit of everything. But without art, life is flat--one dimensional. Quite simply- creating art is necessary for me. When I’m in my studio, even if some days aren’t always completely inspiring, I’m okay with that. Some days are learning days. Or experience days. (Which is another way of saying that paintings can fall flat on their face, never to see the light of day. Not in that particular iteration, anyway.)

But I am getting better at/further away from planning/forcing things onto the canvas each time I step into the studio. Now, regardless of what happens, I pretty much always learn something I needed to know, to take forward to my next canvas.

But….there are the other days when everything falls into place—days when I am able to play more, freeing myself from my inner critic. Days when I am able to just let go, be free and honest, and welcome whatever creativity comes at me. And a day when I play more is always a better day. And that manifests itself in my art. There is nothing quite like it. Those days, those moments, when I create authentic pieces of art that come from my heart and soul? That is the very essence of life. Which is one of the reasons I am grateful to have found this passion.