Art and Mindfulness...

I sit. Allowing my sits bones to settle fully in to my seat, simultaneously lengthening up and out through my spine. Space.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, in fully, out completely. Softening.

I lay my hand upon the page in front of me, fingers fully enlivened by the rough rag of the sheet upon which I am about to paint. Anticipation.

The first mark is made and I slip back in to myself. Home again.


Art and Mindfulness.

Creativity and Connection.

Painting and Prayer.

Brushstrokes and Breath.


This is my why. This is my what.