I love art. It’s my language. I feel it’s my most declarative way of communicating. Art is where I’m comfortable and most alive. I think for a lot of years I tried to fit in by communicating in a rational sort of way. But that resulted in my getting fired from jobs, and seeming awkward and ill at ease in social situations. It was clutter for me.
Life got easier when I was clear about my nature, and began to stop doing things that violated my natural spirit.
Here’s the oil pastel that my painted hand painted.