Present Poison
Original Acrylic on Birch, 14”x14”
I suppose I don’t know how to paint anything but what I’m feeling—especially when the feeling is big. I didn’t know when I began, but somewhere along the way, this piece reminded me that suffering is a symptom of lacking presence. I’ve been drowning in nostalgia, heartache, wounds of the past. Perhaps even greater, is my fear in facing the immense uncertainly of the future. Right now? This moment? All is well. Like truly I have so much to feel grateful for. Trust that, lean in, and more goodness is sure to follow. Surely I can be grounded and floating at the same time.
Original Acrylic on Birch, 14”x14”
I suppose I don’t know how to paint anything but what I’m feeling—especially when the feeling is big. I didn’t know when I began, but somewhere along the way, this piece reminded me that suffering is a symptom of lacking presence. I’ve been drowning in nostalgia, heartache, wounds of the past. Perhaps even greater, is my fear in facing the immense uncertainly of the future. Right now? This moment? All is well. Like truly I have so much to feel grateful for. Trust that, lean in, and more goodness is sure to follow. Surely I can be grounded and floating at the same time.
Original Acrylic on Birch, 14”x14”
I suppose I don’t know how to paint anything but what I’m feeling—especially when the feeling is big. I didn’t know when I began, but somewhere along the way, this piece reminded me that suffering is a symptom of lacking presence. I’ve been drowning in nostalgia, heartache, wounds of the past. Perhaps even greater, is my fear in facing the immense uncertainly of the future. Right now? This moment? All is well. Like truly I have so much to feel grateful for. Trust that, lean in, and more goodness is sure to follow. Surely I can be grounded and floating at the same time.