Friday, February 03, 2017

3 Filling In

So far, I've ruined two pair of pants with paint spills, and clumsy mishaps. It would be the one pair of jeans without a hole in the knee. But writing all that is just to fill in the awkward silence, the hollow feeling after long days, and uncertainty. I am vague, I know. It's only that being sad never reads well, and phone calls drop out, fail. There are so many things broken, that I cannot mend. Distances I cannot bridge. Maybe painting isn't for me, after all. Maybe I need the warmth and comfort of yarn... row after row of shells, to wrap around and hold me together, bigger, to share.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

2 comments:

  1. I gasped when I saw this little rabbit canvas; it is so incredible and I am so in awe of your talent, your ability to just sit down and make. How could you possibly think of stopping? Art every day because it is healing and it is growth and joy and connection. I'm sorry to hear of the sadness and wish I could pull up a chair and help somehow.

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  2. Keep painting, and doing yarny things and seeking some homespun comfort in your lovely family-filled space with all the animals (and people)! Life's too short to be sad - find something to make you smile EVERY day. It's all about the little things!

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