Stop. Start. Slow. Quick. Back. Forth. Toward. Away. Out. In. Tomorrow, today, tomorrow.

This is the rhythm of my painting flow these days. It’s not a problem.

I’m working out a lot of stuff. Chiseling old beliefs from the corners. Old dreams are surfacing with a new glow of possibility to them. That feels equally as exciting as it wants to make me throw up a little. Some might say that means a birth is eminent. Good news: I’m someone who knows how to breathe through labor, how to squat and rotate her hips when the pressure increases.
I think I want to start a new trend: baby showers for ideas that are about to be born so the momma knows she has an army of supporters who already know that her baby will be beautiful.
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Works in Progress.