The word that was in my mind as this painting revealed itself was “bleak”. This is a familiar word for me, particularly when I find myself standing on (or crossing over) a threshold. I sensed that happening this morning.
As I looked at the painting after it was done, I thought of winter landscapes here in the Midwest. They can look bleak. The bright colors of autumn are gone, the leaves have fallen, and it’s just the bones of the landscape that remain. Beauty offers itself in a much more nuanced way but I love the winter landscape because of that.
Sometimes, in my life, I realize I’m rebuilding on the bones of my own landscape. And I’m curious to see what might appear.
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