In the flow of creation today, you might brush against an older wound. The best art takes us into our most uncomfortable places. If an ancient sorrow starts spilling from your brush, let it. Allow its shapes and shadows to flow without controlling the process. Doing so will allow you to alchemize this pain into art (whether or not it’s fridge-worthy). What a relief to know that the ordeal wasn’t all for nothing. Sorrow is never lost — it’s endless fodder for the muses.