I paint for the pleasure of it.

I am drawn into a flower's face just like a bee. A landscape opens a door to what home feels like.Every painting is a window on the landscape of the heart.

No one will ever survey the scene in front of me again. In hours the flower will be gone. In a year there will be a lot full of yellow school buses where I see a meadow now.

The whole universe is a breathing, mutating, ever-changing scene before me.

Mary Pellegrini and artist Constance Laundon Pierce teaching Visual Journal at the Healing Arts Studio