Paint Cans


A Reformed Human Being with a New Language

I spent 25 years in the corporate world working away at a very stressful job making lots of money for other people. I was good as what I did and loved seeing the success of others as it always felt like mine as well. Around my early fifties I lost all motivation for the numbers, the pushy deal-making and the risky edges I found myself on daily. Something else called to me in my dreams. I saw colours and energy pushing me around in a way I could not understand. I wanted to express myself in another way. I wanted to talk in a different language, one with no words. I found abstract art and knew I was finally fully alive and had found my real voice.