The white noise rings in my ears as I stare at the blank canvas.  Soon the white disappears with my meditative practice where I am in control.  Control of what happens or may not happen with my brush, paint, and canvas.
The quiet voice made bold with each brush stroke, mark making and colour pallet choice.
A portal through which I find connection of the physical and mental human transaction with wildlife, nature and one another.
Through my optimistic lens, widened with my curiosity I reveal a story to listen to with eyes, heart and soul.