Like words can be formed into poetry, prose or song, the language of art can be used in so many ways. I'm still learning how to express who I am through my brush.
My husband gifted me with an easel this week for my upcoming birthday.
I find so much joy and connection in the sketch-y ink and watercolour work. The energy of the pen work and colouring outside those lines makes me feel like a kid again.
It's fun to experiment with other mediums and try other things but it's also very satisfying to come home and work with what's familiar, tried, and true.
I think of winter as a time to get a lot done but it's also the season for things to lie quiet below the surface until spring calls them back to life. The creative cycle has its own seasons and rhythms.