Many years ago, a woman shared with me that she really wanted to paint more but her husband thought it was useless. I could see that she had an internal struggle about this. A part of her had the view: “To hell with it. I like it. Why must I explain myself?” Another part wanted to find some reason, or utility, for it because people around her required it. She could not allow herself to just paint.
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