Her America. Getting ready to say goodbye to an art piece & realizing that I’m feeling some kind of way.
It has me whispering to myself & posting this out loud. Wondering if the joy I felt while painting it will be discernible when it’s finally unveiled. After traveling hundreds of miles, will it be carefully unwrapped by happy hands? Or will it sit inside its brown wrappings, unhung and unsung, long after the postage stamp and the shipment date have passed and the natural elements of this world have caused the barcode’s ink to fade.
I may not be privy to her final resting spot, but I know all of my subtle brush strokes & glad tidings will remain. Because this is what I do writing & painting for you🙏