Printemps No.1 - Original, F0 Canvas (SOLD)

I didn't know what to pursue anymore. The world seemed like a threat. Instead of focusing on the outcome, I paid attention to just breathing, as we do in meditation, to live day to day.

The criticism in my head sometimes grew louder: "You are lazy," "You are escaping from reality," "You are avoiding." To quiet these voices, I journal, I paint. And I tried not to judge its outcome.

When did breathing become so hard? When did I forget to pay attention to my breath? I notice how shallow my breaths are, and that made me more anxious about the fact that I can't even take in enough air. That was an SOS from my body and mind.

So, I breathe. I breathe to breathe.