Welling

I’ve been sick since last Friday with a cold. I’ve quarantined myself from most of the people I would usually hang out with in order to spare any exposure. I’ve been trying to rest, emphasis on trying.

Meanwhile, I’ve been itching to paint but have had no energy to. The drive to put something on canvas is just welling up inside, and I feel like I would burst if it weren’t for the being really tired part. The weather, the rain, seeing, that’s been happening lately, noticing little details – the textures of rocks on the beach, the piercing blue eyes of an actor, that Jeremy Renner has really got the looking-cool-while-pointing-objects-thing down, those moments when you accidentally make eye contact with someone, or weirdly connect.

I like piercing eyes, human moments, connection…..little things that we generally ignore and brush over, little things that in some place in my soul, well up and make me come alive.

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