kindred handmade

Yesterday I made some art for myself.

Not to sell it, not on commission, just to make myself happy.

I’ve missed the joy of painting just because.

Painting is a language, there are things I can express only by creating visual art.

Going a long time without doing that is like going a long time without talking to anyone, or living in a country whose language I don’t speak.

It’s alienating and lonely. So yesterday I took some time to make art for myself, for the same reason sometimes we need to reach out to a friend and talk about nothing and everything and remind ourselves we exist.