Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
Henry Ward Beecher
I am lost inside my art. With every brush stroke, I am carried farther away from the troubles that inhabit my brain. I breath in the smell of the paint and see the whiteness of my canvas transform from something empty and dull into a world of color and delight. Painting quiets the noise in my head.
