Grateful.
The colour comes off the brush, and two dimensions become three.
Light, dark, shape and texture fall onto the canvas.
It's a prayer this painting thing.
Each brushtroke a moment laden with gratitude.
Each mark a homage to life.
Bursting from the earth.
A homage to vision and colour, to the magic of taste.
To the smell of salt, air, vegetation and more.
Maybe that's where life truly happens.
In the majesty of gratitude.
And perhaps, in the movement of paint.
