Into The Waves

​Sometimes I paint things that "don't make any sense". Meaning: they aren't representative of my usual style, and they look like they don't belong in any of my previous collections. I remind myself that to "indulge my creative urges" and "paint my feelings" is a good thing. Even if my painting looks like it might have been made by someone else.

This is exactly how I feel today: Eager to jump "Into The Waves". To be enveloped, carried and cleansed. These are difficult, challenging times. How do we channel our fears and anxieties of an uncertain future in a way that is positive vs negative? Painting is a tool that helps me transmute my emotions. It's an anchor of sorts.