I am always painting.

Not only when brush meets canvas.

When I walk to gather wood I am grounding, observing, inhaling my surroundings.

Taking in shadow, light, and color.

Marveling at the beauty, even in the mundane.

Celebrating, mourning the intensity of life and death around me.

Being present is my work.

I cross a threshold when I create.

All that I have absorbed emerges through my hands.

My whole-body awareness expresses itself. The painting releases onto the canvas. Sometimes with strength. Other times with ease. Always with the promise of beauty.

There is balance in this exchange.

Beauty in its authenticity.

I return, with deep reverence, to the land.