On My Easel

I’ve been struggling with some things in recent weeks. Interpersonal relationships, stress, priorities, simplifying, decluttering, all of it. I think, process, sometimes scream, sometimes cry… and I feel my way. Painting often brings clarity, but like an exploring child, it would rather reveal itself when not being forced. I call this painting “We are All Children of the Light”. I know all the truths that it has brought to me, but I’d never dream of pushing those truths onto anyone else. Do you receive any messages in this painting? I’d love to hear!

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