As I focus on the painting I block all else out although the trees shimmer and beckon inviting my poetical mind to play. I rest my head, my brain heavy, calling upon my stillness. Eyes closed, I prepare to emote, to be vulnerable, sexual and raw in my mark making. To sing, to live, to be fully alive, awake and free.

"Down here in the Sea of Love where everyone would love to drown." ~ Fleetwood Mac, Sara