The world stopped, and I cut up paper.

The fear of the unknown set in, and I tore at the edges.

Peace. Sadness. Love.

My emotions seemed to change by the hour.   

I spread out my papers on the studio floor. 

I took a breath and started to paint. 

My watercolors took the shape of mountains and forests.

Fresh air was what I needed.

Nature, and the beauty of Creation is where I turned to. 

A peace that comes only from God.

I opened my box of pastels, adding uncertainty and unstoppable change.

My prayer for healing became paintings.

A breath of fresh air.