Why do I paint?

With painting I am able to feel a sense of community with all of those who came before who were trying to utter what words cannot always convey. It’s a sense of time and space contracting and sharing in the flow all of humanity has entered into since the beginning of time. Making marks to be remembered by and to communicate with. Recording, healing, celebrating, touching the sacred. Praying. Painting is a way for me to come back to myself and remind me of who I am- not just the 53 year old woman full of dents and dings, but the strong, brave, believing child who knew anything was possible. I am aiming to be a strong, brave, believing 53 and a half year old woman who knows anything is possible.

When I paint I am filled up with gratitude; not from an objective, checking-off-the-list kind of place, but deeply- just for being here and experiencing life in all of it’s intricate facets.

Painting is something just for me. I am selfish when I go to paint because it is impossible to have my mind anywhere else. The rest of my day is full on multi-tasking, but in my studio I am one with the creative process, and it is life giving.

When you enjoy something that I created, or feel a sense of connection, we are sharing something that resonates in our souls. That’s what art does, and I am so thankful for it. And for you.