You are your own reality. Reality is your illusion and your illusion is your reality.
I think sometimes one of the most satisfying things in life is to turn something around, turning something used into something new, something tired into something lively, turning an old painting into a new one.
I saw meditation as unattractive, I didn't have time for that, I didn't get it. I just thought you sit and breathe. I think I finally understand it and I'd love to let you all know that while it is lovely to sit in a yoga position and hold stones and look all zen, meditation is entirely what you make of it and all about what you feel inside. It's not about what you look like or how big and deep your breathing can be.
Watch me take you
I painted it to the smell of fresh coffee from the cafetière, whilst sat on a cool flagstone facing the warm morning sunshine of southern France. The grass was covered in dew and the cool breeze floated through my loose shirt and caressed me.
Everything is so crazily complex and everything is a wonder. You are a wonder.
And there she sat, pensive and wistful, relaxed. Her obligations had blown away in the breeze. I admired her like this, the way in which she could attract only the attention of those curious about her mechanics and her world. She held a sadness, a deep sorrow as though she absorbed it all from the separate worlds of others.