I was in a slump.  I was tired and burnt out and hadn’t painted anything, anything, in over a month.  “Paint something” my husband said.  I went to my studio, unwrapped a panel, and got out my phone to look for a reference photo.  Today, I was searching for space.  Something that felt roomy and uncramped.  I did not want to feel closed in.  This warm and calming reference photo was what drew me in, and without overthinking anything I simply started laying paint on the surface.  As it glided along with ample water and smooth brushstrokes, I felt my hands lead my head into a calmer space.  A place where no sound can be heard except for the gentle strums of my husband’s guitar and the grass beneath my feet.