When my hand moves over the canvass it's almost like my mind is directing my hand without me, odd perhaps, but that's the way it is. My hand moves instinctively to the right spot, building a new picture, often one I have never seen before. In these fantastical worlds I see reflections of my own mind, the way I think, but there is something else there too. I don't know what, perhaps I just imagine it, but when I paint I feel closest to our creator and it gives me a peace I cannot find another way.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 11, 2015.