“No painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war for attack and defense against the enemy.” ~ Pablo Picasso
An instrument, a tool, a vehicle, all of the above for our chosen outlet of expression, applies. Writing at times has been my therapy. It is also my platform. It is the weapon I yield to protect, to defend, and at times strike deep through the experiences of consciousness that I traverse through.
“Lovely day for a walk.” A stranger, who looked like Santa, told me in passing earlier. It’s always a lovely day for a walk because this journey unfolds, step by step. If we are called to speak with our artistic voice, we must listen.