Trust - Some paintings begin in silence long before a brush ever touches paper.

Intro

This painting did not begin at my desk.

It began during my early-morning walks.

In the cold light of day, when I allow myself to be with myself —

without roles, without performance.

Just breath, body, and whatever is quietly moving inside.

Some mornings tears come, not from sadness, but from having carried too much.

Some mornings I feel almost weightless, because something deep suddenly settles into place.

Most mornings are simple.

And that is exactly what makes them precious.

I know that every such morning is a gift.

Either it becomes the beginning of a day I can handle,

or it becomes the beginning of a day that moves me forward.

 

When fear loses its body

This painting grew from one simple thought that kept returning to me:

When a being stops fearing its fears,

they do not come.

Not because the world becomes harmless.

But because fear, when it is no longer fed by the body,

loses its power.

The path clears.

The breath returns.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

There is no reason to fear what is not here.

 

The swans

When I look at the swans resting on the still surface of the ocean,

I do not see a postcard.

I see a way of being.

They are not waiting for attack.

They are not bracing for loss.

They are not preparing for disappointment.

Not because they naive —

but because they are present.

They are not living in a future of fear.

They are not trapped in a past of wounds.

They are here.

And the water is carrying them.

There is a deep trust in that.

Not that nothing will ever happen —

but that right now,

this moment is enough.

 

What this painting holds

 

This painting is not about perfect calm.

It is about the moment we stop resisting life.

When we allow ourselves to float instead of fight.

To soften instead of tense.

To stop scanning the horizon for danger.

Perhaps the world does not change.

Perhaps only the way we are in it does.

But sometimes, that changes everything.

 

………

Trust.

When we stop fearing our fears,

they do not come —

because they are no longer there.

 

Kate