January. Winter, and although the ground colours are dull, the blue sky, or crazy clouds are outstanding as always. The sun is coming nearer with each day and with that, promise of growth so gloriously and perfectly random, I feel joy just thinking about it.
I am in a tiny 370 sq ft trailer, cold as dead bones most of the time, where a good portion of my space is a studio and I create joy, challenge and my reality. Oh, I am fallible and my past demons come calling into my head, threatening to take the reality before me and plunge me into total despair. Guilt and worry are wasted emotions.
I just adopted a sweet 4 year old pointer dog which I renamed Journey and she is so respectful to my little 16 year old chihuahua Beans. What does this have to do with flowers?
Growth, caring, delicacy, random yet defined structure. Something not too serious, but serious enough. Abstract set in reality. How I feel.
How rare it has been in my life where I am truly happy and for this long of a time. Another memory of this space in time is when I had babies in my arms and little children I was playing with. My own childhood in play. I want to keep that feeling.
Outside these doors are people yelling at each other, fights, crazy politics, horns honking, ambulances going by, trouble and strife. The internet is full of lies repeated as truth until truth is no longer understood as a virtue quest, but persuasion is of utmost skill to be admired.
Ahhh, but to walk a grateful happy dog on those beautiful sunny or stormy days. Feel the cold, feel the warmth. Know there is warm socks and a heater waiting for me. What do I want to paint today?
Flowers.
Peace in your journey
Angela