Who is this woman I’ve become,with wings and gems that no one knows? Released to fly with no where to go, I wait patiently for his return, but he never returned.
I was valued once, for I bore his children and sat by his side never knowing it would be this type of ride.
I keep coming back to ‘her’ and thinking I need to continue this ‘series’ with a Spring, Summer and Fall in the same vein as this ‘Winter’ like one.
Finding my spiritual symbols through just doing the work of painting.
Arches rough 140 lb paper watercolors and acrylics