We all have something that keeps us here. For me it’s painting, the one thing that quiets everything else. I don’t often paint for a deep meaning, but to find my balance again. It’s how I move through the noise. How I breathe when I forget how. There’s a rhythm to it that’s simple, repetitive, steady. The focus it demands pulls me out of my head and back into my body. My thoughts slow down. My hands take over. Everything else slips away. My work doesn’t ask for explanations,