I've been freaking out a little, with our lives been turned upside down with Digz immobility and with me picking up so many extra duties, studio time has been eluding me. I find it hard to rest in this place and know it too is just a season and that I won't forget how to paint. Although everything in my being, is telling me I will.
It doesn't help when you pick up a canvas that is rough to work on and fights with you all the way. That being said... after six weeks with no brush in my hand, it just felt good to get lost here, albeit it a struggle and by no means perfect. It was a great place to warm up and block out the world a bit. Yes, I'm rusty, but I'm excited as I'm feeling normalcy starting to return.
I do know this...
Rusty or not, I'm ridiculously happy when I'm creating, especially painting and I know now more than ever, just how much my soul requires it.