It was a rainy day and it felt good to paint flowers with various tones of blue. I said the focus of this post should be why. Off the top of my head here goes. Why do I paint? What else would I do with my time? Art is my form of expression. Art doesn’t bring me happiness yet it helps me work through the negative thoughts. All I know is that it is magical when I create. Inner Critic, why must you always pester me? I like Corita Kent’s words. You can’t create and critique at the same time. My favorite is there is only MAKE. It is a beautiful world! Yet it can be noisy. There are always people telling us how we should paint. There are design rules. There are amazing artists.

Flowers and paint, you warm me like the sun. Now more than ever I feel the importance of my words.

Being brave enough in a noisy world to express who you are is a form of bravery.

The advice I give to myself this week is to keep painting girl. Make art.

Siempre,

Mireya