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
I like to think I’m a person of my word. If I make a promise or a deal, I try my best to follow through. When I’m dealing with myself, however, it’s often a different story. I make resolutions every year, but many of them remain, well, unresolved. Maybe what’s missing is a hand shake to seal the deal. I’ll shake my own hand on January 1st as I proclaim my New Year’s Resolutions. Hopefully, in 2014, I’ll have success.
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“Shake on It”–Watercolor Pencil
Every time I visit the assisted living facility where I volunteer, I see an elderly couple sitting on a bench just inside the lobby. They don’t talk or look at each other. They simply sit and hold hands. Love is not always loud and showy. It doesn’t require grand gestures to be true. Sometimes, love is still and quiet. I don’t know their story, but I do know the love that radiates from that couple takes my breath away. How lucky are they to have found that kind of love. It’s a love that doesn’t need words, or glances, or validation. That is love.
“That is Love”–Watercolor Pencil