Painting Is All About the Journey

My canvas is swirling with sassiness Purples, greens, fuchsia and limes greet each other Mixing it up in a frenzy of sorts. They snake in and out of themselves This is something I have whipped up for fun. Like my thoughts, my canvas ebbs and flows like Chopin. I begin to think about my internal organs – the colon maybe. There are the lungs, the pancreas, everything alive. Red is an afterthought; not at all planned. She pulls everything together in a delightful way. I am not trying for an end result or a product. With painting, it is all about the journey. My reptilian brain sighs with relief. The importance of creating is two-fold. It is the sense of play and the gift of relaxation.