I started painting at the beginning of the pandemic. I find it relaxes me and almost serves as a sort of meditation or mindfulness exercise while trapped inside. Like a good book, painting can transport you to another place. I find myself surrounded by water, mountains, or other aspects of nature.

The one thing that I always wonder about is being “good.” Since, “good” is subjective and beauty is in the eye of the beholder…perhaps I will never have an answer other than it is “good” if I enjoy painting.

Autumn on the Revolution Rail–Adirondacks

Good or bad, I have decided to stick with it. Painting has become part of my daily routine. It makes me happy.

What brings you joy?