Her weathered appearance tells her story. It tells of hours spent in the baking sun, hurricane strength winds, and summer thunderstorms. It tells of the shade she provided for ducks who napped under her boughs, and of the structure she provided for the cardinals who nested in her branches. Her brilliant colors and shriveled edges call attention to her beauty as she lies in a heap upon the ground. She is at the end of her life, and she is a stunning mosaic to be admired. When I have reached the end of my journey, what will others see when they look at me? Will they see a withered old woman, or will they be able to envision my life’s story from the lines on my face—or perhaps the lines on my canvas? I want to leave a beautiful mark on the world, so my artist’s journey continues.
“The Fall of Life”–Watercolor Pencil
Thank you so much! 🙂
I love this! Both the post and the painting are very beautiful… the title of the painting too is very apt!
Thank you! I find myself thinking about aging more often now that I have turned 50!