i know you get that.. i know that you understand how full and overwhelming it can all feel, like you’re being taken over and merely a vessel… and then suddenly empty.. the bottom of the sea and dry bones.. craving for a drop of water just to know what it feels like again to have a wet tongue.
…it always seems that once you put it out there, digging your toes in the sand… that finally the tide comes in, lapping at your ankles until the current sweeps you under-in the most beautiful and welcoming of ways.
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isn’t drawing on brown paper just so….i don’t know, but it’s less scary. there’s more room to breath or something. love it.
love the top view of the brushes. scrumptious!
I have decided that I need to live somewhere with wooden floors … to paint upon… and more rain – so that the water will flood my senses with inspiration and peace. How lovely that you found your way through it all … Allow your creativity to be as your breath… which is as the sea… rushing in to be let free again. In. Out. Ebb and flow. That is how it goes, you know. That is how it always goes. xo, T