Today I was processing all kinds of feelings and I felt like I needed to make some abstract art. I was thinking of situations where I’ve expressed myself poorly, people I don’t communicate well with, and wished that my paintings could be some sort of portal – a way of sending love and good energy without having to use actual words. Sometimes I really wish these paintings could accomplish acts of magic. Right wrongs. Soften edges. Bridge chasms. I’m feeling haunted by all the things I said that came out wrong. Also by things I did not say, and things I simply couldn’t help because at times, despite my best intentions, I had no idea, and still don’t, what the right words or right gesture would have been.