This has been interesting. More lows, and then incredible highs. Open Says Me, Please has been in progress through all of this. Unknown creatures have made themselves known. Who knew I needed a Dixie Chicken Peacock?
Thanks, Again
It has been a year since Hurricane Helene whopped us. I began this piece then, and have worked on it all year. Tears, prayer boxes, faces distorted in grief.
Wrinkles
Do you think I need Botox?
Snag
Over a year ago, Gregg and I hit a snag with his health. Well, a bunch of snags, as Hurricane Helene blew inland 500 mile and knocked the hell out of us. There is still damage, but we’re over the snag.
Harsh Journey
Thanks for all of the prayers. We believe we are over the worst of this harsh journey.
Generous
Our friends Karen and Larry brought and stacked firewood for us when we could not. This is a Godsend.
Hurricane five hundred miles inland
I’ve struggled to express the giant mess that Hurricane Helene caused.
Toned down
I love color. A pile of firewood has a lot of color in it. Also a lot of light and dark area. This is a painting, not a pile of firewood.
Shlomo
Does this look like a flower to you? It’s supposed to be a portrait of his turtle, but he saw it as a flower. That undermined my confidence, mightily.
Firewood
A friend brought us plenty of firewood to get through the winter while Gregg was awaiting hip replacement surgery. An unexpected gesture, a godsend.
