I love painting in the desert.

The desert is
Simplicity and calm.
Landscape opens, so do the minds.
Let go of clutter, enter light.
Maybe we can receive the Torah. Again. Here.
Or Hear Hashem in the wind.
So I sit and breathe it in. Gulp it in can’t get enough.
And I paint it out. And hope to carry it with me when I am forced to part vacation over back to the city. Yearning for more solitude. Maybe solitude with friends, but in the desert.

Now at home, glancing at my little painting, I open a window to the vastness of the desert I keep in my heart.