Healing Stones


Painting is my medicine.

It fills me up in a way nothing quite can.

It lavishes my soul.

It cracks open my heart.

And I bleed my emotions onto the canvas.

Painting allows me to express what nothing else can. Even words pale next to it. Like a light bulb next to a full moon,

Painting reveals parts of me that would otherwise be rejected. The images and the colors and the elements merge together to soften the expression and form a knowingness, a transmission, that is palatable to the masses.

Where as words would offend, break, and separate, painting is the sugar that delivers a medicine pulled from beyond the veils of form.


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