This weekend I found a piece of me in the form of someone else’s painting. Sometimes when I go to my studio I don’t even make it to MY studio. I’ve developed a friendship with one of the artists who, not only do we have an ineffable connection; I have a connection to her art. It dawned on me that I could buy a piece of hers.

So for nights, I'd roam around her studio, pondering, which painting speaks to me loud and clear? I love them all – but this was an opportunity like no other. This moment cannot be rushed. I’d hang one up, take it down, hang up another, put another beside it gasping how beautiful it would be as a diptych, then subsequently taking it down reminding myself that I really don’t have THAT much to spend! And so it went on..

Some nights are full of synchronicity and magick. The night of her birthday, I found my piece.

I kept going through her artwork saying, “I know it’s that one” but I’m going to keep looking anyway (sometimes we don't ignore, but put off listening to our intuition).

Sure enough, I ended up with “that” one. It feels like home to me.
Rachel Nelson

"Untitled IV"

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