It’s been well over a month since I posted here. There is more than one reason for that. Part of it has to do with the fact that I’ve been a bit overcommitted. Part of the time I was away on vacation with limited internet. (This was wonderful.) But mostly it has to do with my state of mind. If I’m going to tell you the truth, I’ve been pretty depressed. The chemical kind of depression that doesn’t need any excuses to come and plop down in the middle of your chest and make a bed there. But I’m not going to get into that in too much depth.
This post is to let you know that I’m still here, that I’m still painting. I was supposed to participate in a blog hop on Monday, but I just didn’t have it in me, and it’s best when I tell the truth about that instead of trying to pretend. I figured a late blog post of any kind is better than no blog post at all, but I’ll let you be the judge of that.
I painted this painting yesterday when I was feeling particularly vulnerable and a little hopeless. It’s me and my angel, can you tell? She’s got her arm around me, reassuring me that everything will be OK. She tells me the truth, even the hard stuff, but she makes sure that it never swallows me whole. This is the place of art in my life. Art is my angel.
I have more to say, but the words just aren’t cooperating. Hang in there with me, will you? I’ll come around sooner or later.