Sometimes, I am so calm. My problems and worries fly away to another planet, and I’m left alone to dream. My head seems empty, I feel good and happy, but even then, whether my eyes are open or closed, I see something. It might be colors, feelings, or thoughts, and it might just be the gentle flow of my internal fountains. Painting what I see and feel purifies that precious moment of tranquility and nurtures my fountains.