It’s the art that leaves the mark.FullSizeRender 6

In Michigan the winter months are long which gives me time to be creative and just create. The sun has begun it descent breaking through the clouds and driving off the chill in the air. Spring has sprung as natures beauties break their way through the thawing earth. Dominik, my grand baby, and  I slosh through the mud in our rain boots, I in my spandex gym pants and my favorite old Texas longhorns hoodie raking leaves and twigs off the flower beds. Dominik asks what we doin Na?  We are helping the flowers get to the air so they can breath baby, I say.  Later in the afternoon we create this piece together, we are learning together.

I once thought that I would never be able to love again after I lost my son. But here I am living and loving free just my baby and me.


Acrylic and a Dominik’s handprints on canvas

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