sometimes it feels good to go a little darker…
with thoughts of Spring, wrote the original version last year while observing nature – I consider this a new piece, heavy rewrite
This piece inspired by my face, currently a disaster of stress rash. Apparently, holding back, in an attempt to be monstrously strong, isn’t good for you. I can now use my face like a 70’s mood ring. Never believed I was vain, but lately I’m hiding in the shadows along with my creatures.
I know right, so much death. I apologize, but I’m writing what’s in my heart. There are no living words at the moment. ❤
in memory of my dear mother-in-law, Karole
June 29, 1933 – February 7, 2018
alas, another horse drawing done at eleven years old, horses ever on my brain back then – thank you