I painted a bit today and my focus wandered between the grand scheme of things to the personal memento mori. Easter just passing brings me to my knees with a hope that is really really wide- like the colors of "stardust", a glowing nested egg laid on a map of Jerusalem. The map, the feathers, and the texture of the egg have the feel of a thumbprint to them...and then I painted a 10 minute still life of a nest with two eggs, one for Steve and one for Jen, wrapped in a swath of Obituaries...I want to hoard my loss, even though I know it's not unique.
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