I’m known to tell people that life is messy. Truth is, my life is messy and it’s because of this that I feel I can say the words from a place of knowing, at least about messes. Messiness is a relative thing really, a preference for how to be in the world. I like it this way. I must because I am.
The picture I’ve painted here is a painting of my self in a mess. Project on that what you will. Go ahead. I would. The way I paint is a reflection of this-my way of aligning my inner and outer realities. In my therapy world I call that congruence. It’s supposed to be a reflection of health, and that too comes out of my mouth regularly…I tend to preach that this is the goal, being true to oneself, being honest inside and out. Maybe that’s why I paint. It helps me along the way.