Fall in love with your bathroom
This time of year, back to school, summer fading, I always get a little melancholy. Like the word itself, the feeling is hard to define. I rather like it, even the hollowness, because it revives a need inside to begin… begin something, find something, fill that empty space. And so I clean. I shake the rugs and vacuum, and wipe the mirrors and light the candles and open the windows, and the sun says, “hang on,” and the breeze says, “look ahead.” I embrace both and find comfort in the transition. I find comfort in the here. I fall in love with my bathroom. I recently put my newest painting in my bathroom. The blue warms my soul every...