At Last

At Last

Time has passed since we last spoke.

I missed you.

I missed the brush, and the silence, and the intensity of the time spent with space to fill.

I am old - but I’m not.

I am young. (But I’m not.)

I am here; who I am does not reach out to the years that have passed,

Although images of the past float and swirl through me, through my brush.

I stretch toward the light, the color, the excruciating beauty.

Sometimes life throws curves (angles, arcs, circles), and everything stops.

But I am here again. And I am grateful that you are, too.

There are, after a year of life’s intervention, four new paintings to share. Thanks for still being

here, still watching. I am excited to be fully at the easel again.