life and death and painting
Dear friends, a brief note from here. As many of you already know, my beloved husband Ryan died at the end of July. He was 51. Even after more than three months it's still so difficult to write those words, much less live them. Since he died I've been attempting to come to terms with life as it now is. There have been many details and things I had to deal with, and did, and many details and things I cannot yet deal with, but may be able to someday. In the meantime I paint, to keep my hands moving, fill the days with work, and engage my whole self with the world. Many of my recent paintings are of the landscape, but it's a new landscape. An interior one I'm learning about. So many of us love Ry, and life without his presence is unthinkable, but here we are. Please bear with me, as I find my way. Thank you for walking through this new territory alongside me, if you're choosing to do so, and thank you for reading. A new painting, for Ry, with all my love.
elegy for ry, fieldstone, end of october, mount ephraim road, north searsport, maine - oil/panel, 11 x 14", 2021
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