it has been 10 years since i was in nyc.
it has been 7 years since i have been inspired, truly inspired to paint.
the colours and textures of the city.
the brick walls, the plaster, the lines, the textures, the mess.
the simple moments found in a city so complex.
just like the t-shirt says - i . . .
it took a few days to feel confident, nothing that navigating the subway on your own can't cure. i was so proud of myself!
north, south, torrential rain, east, west, over the bridge, under the tunnel, i went everywhere - well it felt like it anyways. i walked - alot!!!!!
clyfford still at the Met - oh my!
i breathed deeper.
i walked stronger.
i sat taller.
i sang in the shower - 3 x
i opened my eyes.
i opened my heart.
i broke something like a bull.
i listened. i was listened to.
i drank till dawn, danced till dawn, laughed till dawn.
i walked the village in heels - i just had to.
i am painting again - truly painting!