There are days when the pace is slow in the studio, and then there are days that things are a little more hurried and frenzied. Sometimes painting for me becomes an emotional "working out" of my mind's ruminations. What's going on in our world, the interpersonal relationships of my own family or friends, the steps forward and backward in my relationship with my Creator...sometimes they all get tangled together and come out in an explosion of activity. The last two days were like this. While the image above shows a somewhat organized space, I assure you, mere moments before the image was taken there were puddles of paint, brushes, mediums, spray bottles, palettes, and a plethora of other goodies just lying around after one of these frenzied painting sessions. I spilled a cup of dirty paint water, my cat broke a glass palette, and I soiled at least one pair of socks and one pair of shoes before it was time to call it quits for the day. Today I painted about my relationship with my oldest son, Lenten reflections of ashes and the book of Genesis, healing from pain, good things coming from God, hanging on to proverbial "ropes" of hope, our patched and broken culture, and lastly, freedom of movement and expression in dance. Perhaps next week will gift me with more jeweled moments of time for the opportunity to further express my ruminations. Create on, my friends!