A Window to the Place You Miss
Her heart didn’t want to leave this beloved place… one that had been in the family for generations.
Painting scenes of hope, grace and light was one of the ways I helped myself to move through immense grief when my sister died at the age of 20. I painted what I wanted feel, to hear and to see. I tried to capture the little miracles and glimpses of beauty I noticed even amidst very painful times.
Creating images of a benevolent world full of blessings, support and connection, reminds me that there is goodness and deep, deep love at work in my life. And then when each painting finds a home with someone who loves it, I feel delighted knowing it is sharing some of that goodness with others.