Art

March 2017

It’s the art from the heart that leaves the mark.

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Acrylic and Dominik’s hand prints on canvas

The clouds part more now everyday letting the sun peek through little by little to drive off the damp chill. It’s like there is a battle in the sky this time of year as old man frost fights to keep his hold. Unwillingly he let’s go.

Spring has sprung and natures beauties break their way through the thawing earth.

Dominik, my grand baby, and  I slosh through the mud in our rain boots, gush and mush.  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 start creating this piece together, learning together. I call this time together, we create.


My heart is healing. 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.

 

 

This Man

September 2016

I said the eyes are the window to the soul.

He said baby, come get freaky with me.

Be free baby and set your heart free with me he whispered to my soul.

Let me be your first come get your freak on with me.

Just be free baby, be free.

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This is a work in progress. I keep striving for perfection with him, this man.