My brain never rests.

It is in constant motion,  when sleep comes I dream in vivid colours.

When awake I hear my thoughts pounding in my brain.

It is a barrage of noise and colour.

Socially I am a noisy extrovert with a propensity for laughter,

But I live in a bubble of One.

A silent world where the only noise is inside my head.

My brain is relentless, it never stops.

Until

My studio,

Cluttered , paintings everywhere in various stages,

the glorious smell of oil paint and linseed oil.

I enter , my head full of chattering noise,

I breathe deeply.

I pick up a painting ready for its’ next layer.

I look at it

My brain runs a critique and a commentary.

I create my palette, mixing oil paints and cold wax medium,

The noise in my head slows down

Softens into a murmur,

I pick up my tool

I start to paint,

The noise stops.

Peace and tranquility descend,

I breathe.