These are the flowers that have my heart. I pick up a brush and I paint what I feel. It’s alignment between myself and everything in this world. I’m working on my words and poetry. I know I wrote this a few days, maybe a week ago, but I need to write it and think it as much as possible.
If I look back at work of the past I see moments that were authentically me. There’s the stack that I rarely share. Oh that reminds me I need to read today’s Swagger chapter.
That is what this blog is all about, making art and being you.