Today I sat down to paint and decided to test an idea I’ve been playing with — a kind of “Steal Like an Artist” practice for ADHD brains.
A reflection on painting, family, permission, and joy Today I painted. Not because I had a deadline. Not because I needed to fix something.
I’ve been craving that soft, matte, layered look that cold wax gives in oil painting — the kind of surface that feels mysterious and tactile, like you could sink into it.
When I’m working on a painting and I hit that ugh moment — you know the one — where I’m not sure what to do next, where everything feels stuck or off or just…