I close my eyes and see stars
Heavenly bodies become heavenly rectangles
I grew up the daughter of an airline pilot. Thick oil paint of earth and ground contrast with thin washes of air and sky
I paint mystical experiences I’ve had since I was a child
I paint the sun, moon and stars and the velvety darkness of space
Orbs in the rain forest with a shaman
I paint what I see when I meditate
I dip my brush in pink and my cheeks flush
— Barbara Laube