I am happiest when I'm painting and the work is flowing well. At the risk of sounding cheesy, when I look down at my hands and they have a bit of paint on them I feel a certain relief and a physical connection to my paintings. It's an "all-is-right-in-my-world" type feeling. This photo above reminds me that when I look down at my painty hands, maybe not noticing until I'm paying for my coffee, this is my one of my favourite moments as a human.

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