>Art Every Day Month is drawing to a close and I find myself thinking – as I did last year at this time – that I should extend this habit as a kind of visual journal. I have no illusions that I am a Great Artiste. I only know that painting delights and calms me.

Art wouldn’t, for me, work as a diay. A year from now I probably won’t know that on day 20 I had a migraine.  Art becomes a sort of slow-cooked meditation for me. I lose myself when I’m painting and, when I review a week’s worth of paintings, I can accept them without judging. That’s a good process for someone like me who often mistakenly pushes against what is.

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