ארט ג'ורנל שלי

This past Saturday I spent the afternoon on my mirpeset, my balcony, catching my breath and recharging my batteries. The warm winter sun, the skies were a moody grey, even a little windy. Wrapped in that small, safe space, I allowed myself to slow down.
There is no plan, no expectation, no pressure to create something “beautiful.” I simply let brush do its thing. The colours spread across the page almost on their own, guided more by feeling than by intention. In those moments, painting becomes less about making art and more about being present.
It is amazing how something so simple can bring such joy. These small moments of creativity feel like a form of meditation, a gentle return to myself.
I am reminded again how important it is to pause, to breathe, and to create without expectation.
What an absolute blessing.