Oh how fragile the mind is. I just spent the last hour sitting in the room with my paintings. I went in there at first to make sure the varnish was good to go before I deliver my painting, but found myself in deep thought shortly after. I honestly don’t know why I paint other than I felt myself called to a canvas, and haven’t stopped since. I don’t even know what kind of artist I’d call myself. The way my mind works is so weird sometimes. For example, when someone admires my art, I find myself thinking sometimes that they are just being nice. Then there are the times when people either see them in person, or are lucky enough to own one, the emotions and excitement are palpable. I am very appreciative to all of you that support, encourage, and inspire me. I don’t know what’s in store for this crazy show called life, but it is sure full of surprises! I hope everyone has an amazing week getting ready to spend time with loved ones this holiday season.