The Deluge is complete and is in my Etsy shop. One of the things I point out about the balance. The woman standing has legs and feet that are wound around. Each foot meets a tiger lily, a child and a purple flower in full bloom. It is haunting in…
Category: Women of Strength
Epiphany: A Future that is Mine
CONTENT – Child Abuse. Strong emotion. Therapy Review. The art work is not finished but will eventually be in my Etsy shop. If I believe I have a real future and a real hope, why do I keep wanting to go back and fix things? Why do I still feel…
This week in photos: Stress. Pets. Art.
Joe has finally won over the CNA. She likes him quite a bit. Joe doesn’t climb in the chair she usually sits in but he does rest under it now. I’ve been doing more art with Scriptures and scriptural thoughts. This little 8×5-ish painting is for a good friend of…
Freedom. Up Hill Battle.
I paid a heavy price in pain for a little bit of freedom from my wheelchair. I decided to walk about 100 feet up a ramp to my apartment. I needed to stand up at my normal 5 foot 3, and see the world from the angle I was accustom…
Up Hill Battle – Art in progress
Content – Suicide, no details I’ve come to understand the semicolon to represent times when a person could have given up but didn’t. This is a miniature 3 part painting in progress. Acrylic and oil on 3×2 wood piece with rounded corners. This is about half way done. I don’t…
I guess it’s not that bad
Picture me rollin. These are a few things I can do now that I have an electric wheelchair. I’m sitting up higher and can better make eye contact with people who are standing. This means a great deal to mme. I hated always looking up to people instead of eye…
Uncertain Title – Work in progress
Several years ago I painted two sisters on vacation. They were under the hot sun in summer dresses. There’s a whimsical feeling to it that makes me smile. But the painting / collage of the mother and two children in this entry, gives off an entirely different emotion for me….
Enduring the Days
The last few days have been torture. I hurt from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. The amputation site is having an electric storm of shock and neuropathy. It’s been a bad few days and I’ve done very little reaching out. I’ve just been waiting…
The Brave Face
I’m not brave. I’m not. I’m not rolling with the punches, I’m just getting punched. As I said, I’ve walked through the fire and I’m all burned up. I’m skinny, starving for a moment of real rest, of relief. “The surgeon” will see me one more time in 3 months…
Rise!
Rise Bright watercolor and colored pencil. 8.5 x 5.5 inches 98lb paper This is what hope looks like. It’s hands raised and face to the sun. Flowers in full bloom and shoulders light. Faith Austin Sundrip