"There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme”
There's something so meditative about grabbing ink, my sketchbook and a brush to simply use my hand to create, after so many long hours creating digitally. The flow and the shape of color is in itself an excercise in rest. Pardon the oxymoron, but when I'm painting quietly and letting a shape unfold over and over again, (like the circles I am generally obsesssed with}, I'm reminded that we are all connected. And that my inner circle is and always will be my circle of family. Love you all!