MAKING ART In making art I connect to spirit; mine and Creator’s. I connect to soul; mine and the work coming forward. In making art Mystery is revealed in brush stroke, pencil stroke, eraser stroke. In making art the paper bleeds with colors of memories, longings, promises. In making art Lost dreams revealed in the negative spaces, Birth a painting of their own stories. Artmaking is a patient, persistent practice. Except when it isn’t And bursts forth with uncontrolled urgency. Spirit explodes on the canvas, Out of my heart, Into the world.