A reluctant writer, I hardly know when it is appropriate to share what’s going on as a mom, woman and an artist. So this blog hardly ever gets updated.
Most days I am trying to capture the winter trees out my kitchen window, the changing colors of the mountain, and learning how to live with a son who is an Iraq veteran with PTSD. Those sketches can take forever to finish, as the weather transforms my winter landscape.
It feels as if, it is the first time I have drawn this mountain view, every time I put pencil to paper. Seasonal changes dramatically alter colors and forms, and that forces me to slow down and look. Someday I will capture that feeling of being in this lively landscape.
Right now I am drawing this view as a meditative experience. Getting lost in the purples and blue greys in winter trees, has a way of pulling my mind away from worrying about my Iraq Veteran son. Grateful to have these compositional and drawing problems to solve, and wishing I could as easily help him heal his war wounds.