Transformation 29

When I decided to do this daily painting blog, I knew I couldn't post something every single day. I figured it would be hard enough just to put something on here a few times per week. What I didn't realize was just how difficult it would be to do even that. Maybe some of the other painting-a-dayers don't have a day job. All we can do is to do the best we can, as I tell my students. Thanks for looking at my art; I hope you enjoy this one!

Pathways of Remembrance II

I don't want to get all sappy here, but I have realized lately how much the past is always with us. It comes back to get you when you least expect it- like when you hear an old song and it brings back the exact emotions you were feeling when it was popular. I was walking down the hall yesterday and suddenly a smell- which I couldn't identify in words- took me to a particular place and time. I still couldn't tell you what the smell was- some cologne I wore in high school? The past is there, inside. You can run, but you can't hide.

Pathways of Remembrance

I started thinking about how the past is never really gone; it lives in our memories. But more than that, everything we have experienced has affected us, changed us in some way, made us who we are. No matter how we may try to hide it, or bury it so deep inside that we don't think about it, it has become a part of us.