It's a dreamy piece in homage to the day she learned to ride. That night she didn't want to go to sleep because she was afraid she would forget how. When she awoke the next morning she said she rode all night . . . hoping she'd remember forever.
It's funny how the practice of blogging is working for me. Here we have an abandoned piece of art that lie dormant for months, until this morning. I wanted to post a painting for today's post, which meant I had to paint. I looked at what I had cast aside and decided to take on the challenge of trying to make it look as I see it in my mind. It's not there yet, it's till in process, it's getting there. However, I feel safe enough to be vulnerable here, make mistakes, throw caution to the wind, write a poem, work on a project that feels frustrating and be held accountable because I know some of you are reading. It's not just my Mom and my sister! All of this would never have been possible a few months ago. On a chilly day just like today when it's 46 degrees and cloudy, I would not have had any reason to keep trying. Thank you for being there reading.