I was a therapist who's art was with words, when my four year old son boarded the silver bird for the month that took him to another country 6,000 miles away. This would be his first trip of many. As a recovering yogi, exiting the spiritual world, and a therapist of two plus decades, in her own transition, riding the wings of marital separation and post pandemic international relocation, it was time for a new kind of therapy. So I surrendered to the heed of what became my iNiTiATiON - a 48 x 60 inch acrylic, mixed media on canvas - and was schlepped through it's portal, to paint my new reality. Through the silence of that blank canvas my forty nine year old, grieving heart was transformed through the arms of art. Old doors closed, new doors opened and an entirely new world revealed itself. My iNiTiATiON had begun. It was time to paint. 

Then, and now, I still don't have a vision before I start to paint; it's not me who's painting. Each layer of paint, a conversation with creativity, unfurling a life of it's own; another emergence of the great mystery unfurling, dreaming life into existence, one step at a time, from the inside out. Void of art-school rules, just a dialogue with my own source energy, pouring through, until the canvas stops talking, and the moment is complete; a new creation staring me in the eye, telling a story I've only just now heard.

Two years later, I can't stop painting. I'm in continual dialogue with my future self who is leading the way... and it just pours through. I'm grateful for this gift of the self-guided, mixed media, contemporary abstract artist who is this new version of me rewriting the future through art.