Desire to Paint

I want to paint. Once that thought enters my head, it stays. It lingers. It dominates. It’s all I think about.

Once I get the idea, I need to lay it out onto a blank canvas. Interweaving colors by translating what I see in my mind brings me happiness and satisfaction. This weekend, I plan to disconnect from the work week and pour my soul into my paintings. It’s a serene disconnection, getting lost into my world and these feelings of contentment. I alternate between my office and studio across from each other. My brilliant cat figured out my routine and stalks me. When I leave the room, he tries to steal my snacks. I can’t blame him.

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