Whispers of Becoming

Let each layer unfold like the turning of seasons — each stroke a whisper through the leaves of my becoming.

Painting, for me, is a standing appointment in the Principal’s Office — a moment of gentle correction and deeper listening.

Each stroke becomes a prayer, each layer a quiet remembering of joy.

Color met truth.
And the Principal, as always, reminded me to listen.

^{© 2025 Tanya Crenshaw}