Whether it is on canvas, my art journal, or just playing in my sketchbook, I am happiest when I am painting.
Suddenly I am not hungry, I am not overweight, I am not depressed, I am not anxious, I am not worried, I am not angry, I am not in despair.
All that exists is the paint and the magic that happens when the brush slides over that surface.
There is nothing like it.
It is all I need.
So, before I finish off that pie in the refrigerator, I will go back and paint!