06/28/2026
These little 5×7 paintings are where I go when I don’t want to perform.
They’re made with leftover paint at the end of a studio session. No plan. No expectation. No concern about whether they’re “good.” Just color, marks, instinct, and whatever is asking to come out that day.
As I worked on them today, I found myself thinking about how much of our lives is spent learning to fit in.
We learn what we’re supposed to believe.
How we’re supposed to love.
What success looks like.
How we’re supposed to speak, dress, vote, worship, create, and belong.
Some of those things become part of us. Some never really do.
Whether it’s religion, culture, family, politics, or simply the desire to be accepted, we all feel the pull to conform. After all, belonging is one of our deepest human needs.
Maybe complete authenticity isn’t something we ever fully achieve. We’re all shaped by the people and experiences that formed us.
But perhaps the work of a lifetime is simply becoming aware of those influences and gently asking,
“Does this still belong to me?”
Maybe authenticity isn’t becoming someone new.
Maybe it’s remembering who we’ve quietly been all along.
These little paintings are my reminder to keep asking that question.