All these choices we make. Every hour of every day.
Crisscrossing lines of what ifs and shouldas and that single overlying golden throb of a Yes!
Despite my woozy, perhaps non-existent would be the right word, sense of creativity lately, I said yes to painting because I needed, no, I wanted to share something at our monthly meeting of the Mixed Media Mavens.
Painting this one felt a little clinical. I felt the energy but there was no accompanying crackling fizz of an undercurrent. The one that has me shaking sometimes.
But still, I painted. And that matters. A lot.