Oh, I do love me a good paint drip!

Its unpredictability reminds me that not everything needs to be controlled. I let the paint flow, allow it to find its own path — and then comes the quiet work of looking closely, discerning meaning in the abstract. What speaks to me? What forms echo something within?

This rhythm— of letting go and then paying attention—feels so much like life itself. Art does mimic life, in the most surprising and honest ways.

This series of five paintings, which begins with the spontaneous flow of paint drips, is named Easter Bloom. Each bloom emerged through a dance of surrender and intention.

May these blooms inspire you to live each day in the full glory of your wonderful, God-given being. Blessed Easter!