I have this almost strange fascination with people who have a certain faith in the world, that no matter what they do, somehow things will turn out as they should. My neighbor is one of those people. Whenever I talk to her I see these swirls of golden yellow and purple. I wanted to paint something like that but I was scared it would fail. Then I thought to myself, faith doesn’t always come in a grandiose way; sometimes the small but bold move to pick a color you’re not used to, can be that step in the right direction.