Painting is often like mediation for me. I lose myself in the moment and simply enjoy the process of painting. That being said, I don’t usually start a painting in a particular frame of mind. I am usually just pleased to find time to paint.

This painting, however, was a product of me being angry. Not calm, not open to seeing flowers for unicorns. Angry. The anger had nothing to do with the painting or even me personally. I was angry on behalf of someone.

Painting helps. My internal conversations become more focused on the painting and the colour choices than on the issue that is eating away at me. No magic cure of course, the issue is still there, but it provides a reprieve from the anger and that helps.

It is definitely not a favourite painting but it is a reminder of the power of meditation (or my version of meditation).