I’ve been able to paint again with my new found time, energy and motivation. That initial brush stroke was something else, like reuniting with a familiar friend. It felt a little foreign at first. That initial stroke of black paint was difficult. It’s that eternal struggle of intuition versus intention (logic).
“Should I paint there?” I ask myself. “Is there too much paint or is there too little?” “Why this color?” “Something feels off?” “Just keeping painting…”
Isn’t that what life is about?…Making those decisions that define you. Decisions that sometimes don’t feel right but make sense through logic and reason and vice versa.