What might be through the distance, through the rain, on the hill, where the light is shining, under the brush? What miracles are likley anwhere you come near? Anywhere you remember that all that is outside of you is a mystery who’s knowing is beyond your lifetime. Land only becomes scenery when you think you know it. People become contacts when you think you know them.

5x7’’ gouache on archival cotton rag paper

Part of my fall 2022 inTuition series, part of how I am putting myself through school on my journey to becoming a therapist. Thank you for your support!