Outwardly, so much. Inwardly, so much.
Masks. Gloves. Missing—of people & places. Fear. Hope. Strength.
I picked up a pencil and sketched for the first time in decades. Okay with the unknown journey this would present. I went for the ride.
The tiny ripples in me, moved me forward. I can’t actually say where it took me or where it’s going. But I trust it the way I trust everything right now. Doubt is not a choice.
So I painted my “Still Life.” From pencil on page…to mixed media on canvas. My first leg of this evolving artistic journey. It is peaceful. Joyful. Resilient. And a reminder: you never know what gifts are present if you don’t open them.
My Not So Still Life. To be continued.