The older I get, the more I realize how very different our individual paths in life are. You can be born with the same parents, raised in the same household, and yet your life will be wildly different than that of your siblings.
I was raised as an only child and found out later in life I had siblings. I marveled at how different I was and also, found that I had so much in common with them, too. Being adopted has always had me thinking about the paths we travel to become the people we are.
A few months ago, I started thinking about our travels, the ones we do physically throughout our lives and the ones we do emotionally. Each of our travels gets us closer to who God wants us to be. So I started painting with that in mind.
I used acrylics and oil sticks and inks and paper and gelatos and keep finding little bits of paper words that seemed to stand upright on my painting table and wave at me, begging me to use them. Adding poetry to a painting is what first got me started with mixed media, and it is still the thing that moves me the most. I enjoy the combination of words and images to tell a visual story.
This picture quickly became a favorite in my house. My auntie loved her blue “hair,” and the expression on her face. My husby said we needed to hang it up here. I loved working on it, but something told me it belonged to someone else who just hadn’t seen it yet.
It sold in a matter of minutes.
I loved hearing about why the person bought it. I always like hearing that. The buyer for this painting said it hit her right where she was at that moment. I understood that so deeply.
It was with a grateful heart that I mailed this painting out, sent with a prayer that it blesses the receiver for years to come.
Does this image speak to you? Would you like to purchase it as a gift? Nothing can replace the original, obviously, but still, the good news is that I have prints available now.
