I’ve changed the way I paint

From layers to carefree strokes…

What has stayed the same?

Maybe the need to see myself as a painting subject, 

Showing my flaws instead of chasing others’ perfection.

Like a writer endlessly editing the story of their own life;

Like a gardener adoring their twisted, knotted carrots;

And, for better or worse, 

While lost edges do their work,

While time connects the dots,

Here, I paint.

May, 2025