That awkward moment you have to take your own advice. I will follow it, whilst weeping.
I started this painting a week before the painting challenge started. I stopped because I was stuck. My creativity was blocked. I put it aside. Tuesday morning I was going to start another painting, that’s when I received a phone call, my grandmother wasn’t feeling well. I hopped in my car and drove the three hour trip.
Friday morning my Nana passed away.
She loved flowers. She loved the color turquoise. She hated tears. The tears are mine. I can not help but weep for this tremendous loss. One can weep and hope. They are not mutually exclusive.