Your Medium Is Your Lover
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What if your creative practice began not with a thought—but with a touch?
Not with “What should I use?”
But with “What feels like yes in my body?”
We do not choose our medium like a technician. We choose like a lover.
Some tools demand restraint. Others invite surrender.
Oil. Pastel. Graphite. VR. Ink.
Each carries a different weight, a different seduction.
Art is not made by the mind alone. It begins at the wrist. The breath. The hips.
When I pick up a brush, I’m not thinking. I’m listening.
To the rhythm of my energy that day—
Do I want to strike or glide?
Jab or caress?
It’s no different than choosing dance over stillness.
Pilates over boxing. Sex over sleep.
Your medium is not a decision. It is a relationship.
It must meet your body. Meet your edges.
Feel right against your skin.
Today, I witnessed a man fall in love—with watercolor.
A private client, 71 years old. A former lawyer who never once picked up a brush… until now.
He’d been sketching in chalk and pencil. Safe. Controlled.
But today—he met the soft sweep of Japanese calligraphy brush, loaded with pigment, spilling into silence.
Form dissolved into field. Line dissolved into feeling.
He was ecstatic.
Not because it looked good—
But because it felt like truth.
This is what I mean when I say: your medium is your lover.
It moves you. Challenges you. Awakens you.
Like choosing a piano or an electric organ. The music may be the same—but the way it travels through your body? Completely different.
Art is vibration. Sensation. Chemistry.
It’s not about what looks best.
It’s about what makes you ache to return.
💎 Are you ready to fall in love with your own expression?
This is not a painting class.
This is about seduction. Sovereignty. Sensation.
Private painting mentorships and retreats available now.
🖼️ Santa Fe and NYC
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Become a collector. Book a private retreat. Commission your own piece.
Your brush awaits. So does your truth.
