2025 was a most challenging year for us. Loss. Pain. More loss and frustration. I could barely catch my breath. For me, painting was and is the elixir of joy, a place where my feelings were sorted along with all of the visual information in front of me. But there was no time. No time for healing. But such is life. And in the big scheme of things, I, we, are lucky.
The pain, the fear, the exhaustion and the loss will be woven into each forthcoming brushstroke, each new idea. How can it be otherwise? The layers are rich with life's potholes.
Now...where was I?
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