I have been looking forward to painting. Have no idea why, but painting feels liberating. Time suspends as one unites completely with the act of the art.

Love the idea of putting colours down, perhaps for no other reason than sheer enjoyment. To see the peachy orange against pale yellow and pink, swirling and dancing.

The colours rejoice as they flow across the surface, in hues and shades, in dainty exuberance.

As their serenity washes over me, I feel like I'm in a place where sadness and real life does not exist.