Inside My Mind

I have taken to hanging only my own art around the house.

It's not because I think I'm the greatest artist on the planet.

Ha. 

But when I paint, I can capture and reflect whatever is floating around in my brain..

My imagination comes alive through the paint that flows from my brush.

Circles and lines.

Geometric patterns.

Imperfect perfection.

And these days, a harmony of blacks and whites. 

When I find myself surrounded by my own art, I feel comfortable.
Like I'm walking around inside of my own mind.

Which feels really good.

And sometimes, I paint flowers too.