This isn’t so much a blog post as a mile post.
The last couple of years have been rough for most of us. As it has been for many other artists, I have had trouble accessing my creative spirit in a constructive way. I hope that we may be wandering into a metaphorical spring. I hope that this coming season will see me back at shows and sharing new art. I hope that my son’s memory and spirit will spur me on to keep creating all of the things that he encouraged me to do. It seems like creating something new in this time is a defiant act, asserting our terribly human need to take an active part in the beauty and grief and wonder of this world while we are still at liberty to wander through it.