Painting gives me the chance for my mind to tumble about. To slow me down. The act of creating softens my heart. It feels so right. It brings me to center. My paintings hold something deeper beyond words. Something that I cannot even express. But as my mind tumbles and thoughts sift down as I paint, I think that those tumbled thoughts are being expressed in some way in the painting. Oftentimes they are struggling thoughts, but the beauty is in imperfection. It’s what shows life, imperfection.  – L. Vieira