When I paint, I feel like my paintbrush moves like a snake, slithering and gliding over the canvas, like our ancestral serpent in the sacred time. When I paint, I breathe like the tides in and out by sandy coastal shores and feed on the westerly winds. When I paint, I feel the forces of Country flowing through my veins like our rivers and creeks branching out across the land. When I paint, I move like the currents and waves into the saltwater streams. I am the river and I am the sea.