Still Life

I can hardly believe that two months have passed since my last post. But that’s the thing about time—it's fleeting. I hope to return to weekly posts, but that might be too ambitious. I always want to have something valid to say and believe that it is something people want to hear. I feel that way about my writing and frequently ask myself this question: Who are you writing for? The answer is always me. Me, first and foremost. But I also want to share it with others. That is where vulnerability and visibility come into play. I have been painting a little and writing less lately. But I feel a shift—more subtle now, but just enough to get me to my creative place. And so, I would like to share a painting that I am currently working on, which is a modern take on my first oil painting that I did when I was fifteen. It occurs to me now that these are “still life.” This is still life, 42 years later.

Still Life