They say to do something every day that scares you. You’d think that would mean “taking the lane” for a bike rider. But for me, that’s not the scary thing. The scary thing on a daily basis is my art. My art literally scares the hell out of me. Not just what I create, but what I haven’t yet dared to put on paper or wood or trash. What I know is still brewing. I can feel it churning, burning, as I ride my bike.
This was yesterday’s expression of my truth. It poured out in paint and words.