This claybord was on the receiving end of much grief, sadness, worry, anger — and acceptance — this weekend. My bipolar son is unwell, my sister’s newly returned cancer is a looming threat, and suddenly life brings painful, wrenching challenges for my family. Painting is a necessity at all times, but now it has an urgency. My studio is a sanctuary and my paints hold all of this. They seem not to mind. They sort me out.
12″ x 12″ acrylic on claybord = $185