This painting is… Creating a permanent memory of an early morning giggle. Fresh cut grass. Still being someone’s favorite. Time and space to grow, to become better. An old dog that keeps on partying. Recognizing you get to spend your who
I have yogurt smeared on the side of my kitchen island (and floors) as I write this. Becoming someone’s mom has been everything I thought it would be and like nothing I could reasonably fathom, all at once. Everyday I’m met with something