When I prepare the studio for the next next, I'm always looking down.
Looking down as I sweep up and clean up from the immediate past next.
Oh the things I find when I look down.
Pins, pearls, pencils ... and once even a fallen acrylic nail!
But this time, I found her. So perfect she appeared that I thought she was simply at rest.
But her journey had ended. Beautifully. Calmly. Quietly. With stories that I could only imagine ... stories that only she could confirm.
Channeling her stories is how this painting came to be. Colors that landed effortlessly on the canvas, followed by all the rest that lilted down to find their place ... to honor and document the vailitiy of her stories, her life, her unique dance.