Updated: Apr 17
I've been working on this piece for the last few days. The world and its struggles pouring into my eyes through images and words and leaking out into paint. Sometimes I capture so precisely what I am feeling, so that I can let it go, empty it back out, and scatter beauty.
The weather has shifted, hot boiling days dissolved into deep wind and cool air. It's still so dry but I can feel fall's rains coming.
Last night while the children slept I stood in the full moon's light.
And we always have poetry.