365, Day 155: Thresholds

365, Day 155

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.

(© Karen Opp. All rights reserved.)

About Karen

I am a fifty-something anthropology student, an artist, dancer, photographer, healer, mother, grandmother and perennial seeker. I am distracted by shiny things and infused with a sense of wonder at the world around me and people in general. I am a “journey” person who often wishes that I could have a “destination” day at least every now and then…
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