I had just started painting again and all the years if holding back...holding it in, caught up with me. California was burning and the demons inside of me were smoldering too, waiting to get out.
Sketch of a painting I'm thinking about. I think as adults, we have our own ambitions about living on the moon. However, once we have children, we can only yearn to be able to live on the moon with them.
I want to be inside the raindrop. I want know it. Feel it. Be it. Close containment. Single purpose One direction. The rush. The thrill. Careening towards the earth. Would be a death race. But the fall is the journey. The crash. The release. Is just the beginning.
We all see the world through a different lens.
What I see, and express is different then what you will see.
Your background is different. Your experiences are different.
I know what I see. What about you?