Can’t sleep Saturday night and now it is Sunday morning.
Most of my world is sleeping and will awaken with the sun.
Pulling out a canvas…adding a bit of this and removing a bit of that.
Becoming frustrated and putting it to one side.
Pulling another one off of the top of the stack.
Determined to make something happen.
To actually finish something and not to walk away…giving in and giving up once again.
Then, I am staring at these two works in progress that were once two singular blank canvases…
Two canvases that, in turn, were painted and repainted, laid aside, placed back on the easel, a brush stroke here, a change there…
and now upon study and contemplation in these early morning hours have suddenly and quite obviously become one…
Destined without plan to go together.
A before and after perhaps?
The meaning is still unclear.
The symbolism still to evolve into something real or at least understood.
But it appears that tonight I am staring at two moons that are staring back at me…
for the sun and light and enlightenment.
But further discernment will have wait.
A small victory.
Light shining from an artwork worked on in the dark.
Perhaps that is enough to allow sleep.
Visual artist playing with collage, assemblage and whatever else I imagine. Homemaker and homeschooling Mom of four children aged 10 to 24. Ready to fully embrace life and leave regret and fear behind. Each new day is an opportunity to love, create and live with intention...