Rona Lee Cohen, Blue Table with Tall Aloe, 2024

In the turvy of our everyday coming undone, it is its own weirdness to pick up a paintbrush and with vague notion to keep at something that might turn out whole.

I lean into the drift to paint – the falling into rhythm, the stillness of nothing happening, the forcing of things forward, the noticing of the surprisingly strange mark, the painful pauses on empty, the too much, the not enough, the hoping for something…

There is an invitation in the expressive arts to let go into an unformed, unbounded state, one that doesn’t need to make sense.

~ Rona Lee Cohen