...Like the First Bird

I have learned not to question the intuition, the subconscious drive, that dictates what will come into a painting. I've learned that it is best to just trust it, because the power of the creative process is in the ordering of the sometimes chaotic inner world. For that ordering to happen, we have to let go and listen. Visual symbols help us to integrate the human experience, the good and the bad, the whole and the broken and free us to live in the moment. This is what keeps me sane. ​The nest is whole. It is nurturing. It is that beautiful quality that my Grandma had that made her care about her family all her ninety-nine years... care that we were warm enough, care that we had plenty to eat, that we liked where we lived. It is the magic that makes me feel safe when I cover up with the quilt she made for me when I was a little girl. Making? Making safe and warm. Making whole.