Why have so many of us accepted that play is just for the young? I find it especially upsetting. I must allow myself the space to grieve the fact that I could not actually afford to play when I was little. I refuse, however, to accept that I cannot make up for lost times now as a grown-up.
Now play is a constant must. As is the therapy that creativity conduces. And paints are my favorite medium. When I spread them on canvas, I am exploring myself, my joy, my grievances through the colors, the textures, and the movement of the act itself.

Inspired by the baby on the way at 50 years old

A paintbrush that I have used

a zoom in of some beauty
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