In 2010 my world changed forever. There were many dark days. As I picked up the pieces of my life, I helped my three daughters do the same. It is a choice you know...to keep going.
I bought an old historic home in Camas, WA and restored it back to its original beauty. I shared it with my little town and made lifelong memories surrounded by those four walls. It was a true honor to heal there. Three years later the grand home was restored, and so were we...it was time to move on.
I went on a life changing, seriously life changing, three week trip to Italy in 2012. And this is where my art began...one dot, one line at at time.
I returned home, continued to sketch and I started to paint. There were art classes and making of new friends...my healing continued.
March 2016 my Mother passed away...more dark days. Before her death, I asked her "how am I going to live without you ?" through tear filled eyes, she replied, "be kind and always tell the truth."
I began to paint and paint and paint...this time with my fingers. I was emotional and raw and I found comfort in the way the paint felt as I smooshed it around on the canvas. I asked my Dad if he would make me a wooden canvas. He made many. I kept painting. He began healing too. We meet every Monday and Thursday morning for breakfast at the same little restaurant. We heal together.
It takes a village to walk through this world...I have mine.
Out of the Darkness Comes the Light
Photo credit by Chase Sayre & CQ Photography