present but not accounted for

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planted

I am here.

My art is here because I am here.

but I cannot give an account of all that has been created…

under the paint

because most of it is in the processes of my thoughts…

where my eyes have searched and rested, what I’ve worked on in my heart while not painting. Not drawing. Not writing.

out my window

If you find yourself on this strange path of art working in you but not much artwork to show for it, let me encourage you.

You are here.

Therefore, your art is here.

and that can be enough in a season of drought or storms. This too shall pass…

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