Like the rhythm of a song or the sound of a voice that knows all languages, art unites us. Something happens when we pick up the brush. A wand is waived and suddenly we are friends, alert, focused, and have all the answers. It’s freedom of self-expression.

Yes, I am thinking of the creative class who painted amazing flowers. The way they paint idea after idea inspires me to embrace my ideas. That’s what today’s journal entry is about. I have sketched a together we bloom idea and I’ll be painting that next.

Siempre,

Mireya