So much of me is making at a  nonstop pace. I find peace in the making. It is the silence that grabs me and pulls me to the need for the ink. The ink is my favorite song. Alec is my favorite and only dance partner.

I remember before she met me I was this art refugee in training. I had like a brown belt in being a mess. I would paint until 4 in the morning only to get up at 8 for the day job hated. It was not a life. I don’t think I could keep moving at that pace. She says I was “gray”. I felt gray. The honesty was in the paint and I feel it still is. In the colors and the textures are the marks of life and love.

“intense” was what they called me……

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