At any rate... other than singing kudos to myself about being a blogaholic, I am here for a real reason.
Last week, in the midst of death, I created. At first, all I knew was I wanted to paint. It has been over fifteen months since I have picked up a paint brush because it feels difficult here at my father's house. Sooooo... I just haven't done it. A little part of me was fading away because I wasn't feeding that aspect of my artist's fire. In the throes of grief, all I could think was, "I need to paint!" So I did.
I am really proud of the finished product which I gifted to Nat and Joe in honor of Adrianna...
The text reads:
Beautiful Angel
Bridging two worlds with joyful ease
Co-creative Genius of receiving
Touching our lives with love and peace
A shooting star blazing brightly
A soft whispering wind and blowing snow
Always in our hearts
Forever a part of all we know
Beautiful Angel
3 comments:
Congratulations, honey. I am doing my damnedest to blog more. I should look at my count - but, eh what the hell . . .
It's strange, though, huh? The more you do it, the more you want it. Blogging is like a drug - or sex. Hmmmm . . .
Oh - and I was horrified to hear about Adrianna. We have mutual friends, apparently. I don't know Joe and Nat, but I know friends of friends. :(
Beautiful piece, however.
Hello Shiggy! So happy to see you back on my blog! Glad to hear you are looking to get more... blogging... in! :)
And what a small world this is that you would know someone who knows someone whom I know!
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