Story telling

I don’t think of myself as a story teller but as I reflect on my work I realize that I am. Not necessarily written stories although I use to really enjoy writing until I discovered painting. Instead of painting a picture with words I paint a picture that reflects not only what I am feeling but also the influences in my life. Painting enables me to express things that just go come out the same way with words. There is so much beauty in the world and I am so privileged to be able to experience the world through new eyes. Yesterday we went on a treasure hunt in my yard. Some of the treasures we uncovered were a bird’s feather, a snake skin that had been shed and small snail shells. Each new find was magical as we talked about each thing we found and lots of teaching moments about why snakes shed their skins but also some dreaming moments too like where is the snake now (I hoped we didn’t come across it). In any case encouraging him to keep using his imagination and dream. My hope is this translates in my painting.