I am like a blanket with holes cut out of the center. I am missing people, and there is no way to replace them. Slowly I must patch and mend.
I have been kicked off a Turkish mountain into the dry California scrub. After a prestigious Senior Fulbright Scholarship, I am once again a lowly art instructor with no security.
I am trying to submerse myself in painting to help me feel better. Working on two series now, a small group of gouache studies on paper, and a larger cycle of acrylic interiors on canvas. Both are figurative.
I am loving my family and friends.
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