This is me.
Am feeling grim this evening in light of certain world events. Sometimes I find it very difficult to bear the horrors of mankind and for whatever reason tonight I feel it intensely.
I find it hard to express myself accurately and know from experience the words will have a better chance of finding their way out if I don’t force them.
This abstract drawing seems to say a little of what my left brain can not.
I am glad to be an artist. Happy to be part of a population I understand and to be able to speak that language. Art is soothing in the viewing and in the making. It expresses for us things we are unable to identify or to consciously know and allows us the potential to be more than our minds.
I’m grateful for it.