Getting Back to Me
The death of my mother has been quite a shock to my system. Things just aren't the same anymore. I know those who have lost someone will understand. I tried to understand when my friends went through this before me, but nothing could really prepare me. Some days are good and I cherish her memory. Other days, I cry at random times - like when I broke down sobbing in the Memphis airport for no special reason.
One of the things that has been neglected is my studio time. I just haven't felt like making anything. Usually, that brings me joy, but, for a while I would go to the studio and just sit and feel empty. I've been trying to give myself some space and let it come when it comes.
Lately though, I've been getting the itch to create. This past weekend, I had a few hours and I got out my watercolors. Birds were a favorite of my mother's so I'm not surprised that they showed up on the paper.