Blue was always my favorite color. It reminded me of the sky and the ocean and of calmness and peace. So, this was the color for my self portrait at one-year-old. Looking at the black and white picture, I felt my true nature. I saw my pure spirit. No words were written down, but I knew, with complete certainty, that these abstracts pulled out so much negative thinking. I knew I connected to a Source that wanted me to feel so good about me. Changes were happening. Feelings were lifting. But I had a long way to go. Was I willing to continue? You bet! I searched for a way to feel better and painting became a therapeutic practice that gave my feelings an outlet. Art as therapy was now my relief.