I got back yesterday from an art beach retreat. It was three full days of sharing art experiences and life so far. It was incredible and exhausting in all the right ways. On the way home, one of my new friends said that her head was full and now it was time to process. So much of art is processing. Taking what is around us and holding it for a few minutes (days, weeks, hell, years) and then deciding where it belongs within ourselves. Sometimes it stays with us in whispers while other times it transforms our lives.