It feels more like a gentle lullaby, a soft cushion that lets us dip into warm memories, yet it can lull us into a quiet stillness if we stay too long. The trick is to paint those memories with a brush of light, then step back into the present and let the colors ripple forward.

It moves me, because the soft glow of past scenes is like a warm hand that guides my brush. Still, if I cling to that glow too long, it can become a cozy blanket that stops me from stepping into new colors. The sweet part is learning when to let the past inspire a stroke and when to let the present paint a fresh dream.