Those who make things and paint and create with their hands know how vital art is to their heart—their soul. It has been my lifeline (again), through these past few weeks. Whether it was in the form of a handwritten note from a loving friend, a book of short stories, or a poem I carried in my pocket. Just carrying art supplies in my bag—knowing they were there within my reach was comforting to me. My pens and my journal, acted as my confidants while sitting by Steve's hospital bed in the dark or alone in the hotel after a long hard day.
I am grateful for these tools that comforted me in my time of need. Since returning home, I have had little time and energy to devote to my work, but knowing it was just waiting for me to come back to has consoled me in ways I can't even articulate at this moment.
Grief is a living emotion and time does not heal all.
Art can help work through the grief the way time cannot.
I am so grateful for my creative well. It is a lifeline. It is a gift.
I'm getting there.