when lost things can't be found

In the last two months as my world has changed I have become more courageous. When lost things can't be found and letting go becomes the norm, I have started to take bigger risks in painting. I paint landscapes completely from my head. I attack older work and make it new. I throw away work that serves no purpose.

Thank you to all my blogger friends for all your support and love during this time.

time to say goodbye

I have been "missing in action" from my blog. My Daddio passed on January 9th. It's been hard. Thank you so much to all my friends, blogger friends and facebook friends who have reached out to support me during this time. I am back from California now. One step at a time.
This painting is from California. The warm ground and cool morning air creates real beauty. I painted it during Christmas time when Daddio was alive and I would visit his hospital room in the early morning. We would sit and talk with our cups of Starbucks.  He would always kick me out and say, "Time to paint, right?"

Langston Hughes and hope

pastel

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.