Through it all, we begin again in the springtime. Everything fades and dies in the winter time with hope that we will go through it all again and again.
In the time of losing what was before and becoming bare and raw, it is hard to believe we could go through the process again. We only have hope and faith that soon this will ease and be over and the spring comes again.
When your eyes are clouded in the gray winter mist we heighten the sense of our heart’s eyes to witness something beyond our physical sight. Through it all, our eyes for hope open. Our heart for smallest joy and gems we find in each and every moment of these dark nights of the soul.
My new series is about finding joy and hope in the midst of suffering and even in the suffering of the past. I am bringing the focus on the beauty and joy we tend to forget when the time feels rough and we can’t see the spring light at our sight.
It is my highest hope that you will find your way to your joy and hope through it all. I hope my paintings will be your company through it all. Through it all.