Watering Can – new art

There was healing in this painting. In the verb of painting it. It’s been a hard year, and today reminded me of that. It happens sometimes. My Dad said to me today that we each have to accept things we don’t want to accept. He was so right. He’s not one who talks at length about feelings, his or anybody elses. He had no choice but to put on that armor though, and I’m not mad at him for it, I love him.

Watering Can

Feeling inadequate and countless other feelings all at once, I sat with this canvas and painted. I could feel the colors turn into light and shadow as I moved my brush through the paint. I immediately felt calm and centered. The noise seemed to disappear.

So I’m calling it “Watering Can” because today, that’s exactly what it did for me.

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