It’s been a long time since I wrote in this space – five and a half months to be exact. It's taken me this long to feel like I can gather my thoughts, allow my spirit to breathe creativity, and return to making art. It’s an ongoing journey – this difficult and unpredictable path through deep grief. Some days and some moments are better than others. While it’s not encouraging to realize that my heart will never truly recover – Paul was such a deep essential part of my being – yet I’m grateful that my mind is beginning to heal from the overwhelming fog of grief and I’m beginning to feel a rhythm of forward movement. I’m finding it’s essential to have a daily structure – even if it needs to be flexible because I may not be coherent until about 10 or 11 some mornings. And I'm continually so grateful for the ongoing support, concern and love of our family, dear friends and wondful faith community.
So I return to what I love best. Sheep are a constant with me and these Irish free grazers take on unique perspectives depending on the flow of the watercolor paint, pigment hues and the fusing between the brush and the paper. These two lilties, 4” x 6” watercolor paintings are titled Heather Haze and The Golden Hour.
