Healing often does not take place within the confines of four walls โ rather, out in the world, with hands holding earth and knees in the soil.
๐ผ ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐๐ก๐ (๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐๐?), 2021, 18โx24โ, oil on linen.
This painting almost feels like itโs breathing โ inhale, exhale โa quiet prayer. Kind, and also maybe troubled. It keeps me company with its beauty and flowers and excess. And for that, I am grateful. We are not so different, after all.
These days that feels like enough.