One of the things I love about art is that it’s a way to speak when I don’t have the words.

It’s a way to make something with the jumbled mess of energy inside I can’t seem to wrangle with language.

It’s a way to make meaning out of what I’m feeling deeply but can’t channel into a coherent thought.

So when the words feel out of reach, I play with images.

Instead of letters, words, and phrases, I use shapes, colors, and lines to say what I need to say.

This process of speaking + exploring + expressing through art has been especially healing in moments of grief + uncertainty.

In the times when the feelings are bigger than the words can hold.

I've found that turning to art in these moments is a way to connect with an ancient lineage + primal power + deep story.

Because before there were words, humans were making art + painting images on cave walls.

Art reminds me that there are lots of ways to take what’s alive inside of us to make something real, necessary, and meaningful.

Lots of ways to share our stories, communicate + connect, tell the truth, be fully alive, and make beautiful things.

What might that look like for you today?