This winter has been hard. It snowed early and (for disability reasons) I found myself trapped in the house sooner then imagined. I have been, basically, hibernating since November.
The lack of sun, and human contact has turned me into a hermit.
I have become detached and depressed.
Last winter I painted on a regular basis and it kept me sane and content. Happy even. This year I hadn’t lifted a brush … until someone asked for an original.
This painting has been my saviour these past few weeks.
It’s like finding purpose again. A weight lifted and I stood
I’m not sure exactly what you want, but be certain lots of thoughtfulness has gone into it.
I am not ready to reveal it yet, but also anxious to do so.
So here is a sneak peak of an extremely happy, colourful, abstract painting. Shown here, in its entirety, with lack of color.
These brushstrokes
Are part of many, of thousands
Yet they stand out, they are unique
Destined and impulsive
And inspired by color.
Caro 