Dancer

12"x16" on canvas

Twice after my abstract painting class this past month I drove home in tears. But these weren't tears of sadness, oh no. They were tears of pure, overwhelming bliss and gratitude.

The tears were not to be held back. They just came, right there, as I drove and snuck intermittent glances at the still wet painting sitting on the front passenger seat, beaming at no one but myself.

They were a recognition of pride, of right work (or play) and of flow - or as one of my friends put it, of having found one of my happy places.

Seriously, I love painting. And I love learning about it. I could do this. I really could.

I am.

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Do you have a happy place? If so, please do tell. I'd love to hear about it.