I’ve been painting

The Enlightened Garden

I’ll do anything to keep from thinking right now. The feel of a brush in paint is a refuge from a wild world outside my door

This work feels real to me. These pieces are direct transmissions from some corner of my mind. I’m not really not thinking, I just want to stay within the confines of what I can touch. Hence, what feels real. Directly from the front of my brain onto the canvas.

That’s enough, today.

Color is interesting, isn’t it?

Peace. Love.

Allison