After Mom died, I wandered the rooms, and I realized how much of my art work was hanging on her walls. Moms almost always love what their kids make. But a lot of the stuff I really don't like any more, or never did. Some stuff I hardly remembered. But it was good to remember and that brought some important thoughts to the surface. Small Journeys we take. How to make sense of them. As a whole. I am on paper today. I have my paints out. Doodling and finding parts of myself littered about on the page in front of me. A lot of them still questions. Even a few answers. A fine doodle Wednesday.
PLEASE DO NOT PIN MY ORIGINAL ARTWORK WITHOUT PERMISSION. WHICH PART OF PLEASE IN THE SIDE BAR DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?
