In the front yard of my therapist Lucy’s office is an old, beautifully gnarled pear tree that is quite prolific. I gathered an armful to take home for a still life. There’s something about pears that is so appealing — the feminine shape, the mottled yellows and greens, those crazy long stems. This was such a terrific day, too — painting these pears honors the deep, surprising healing process I am experiencing. Wounds of pain and longing and loneliness are warmly embraced and loved and made whole. My life has been a bit of a psych experiment — I wondered, 30 years ago, how much a heart, soul and head could heal from a painful childhood. I found out! There’s no limit to the strength of the human spirit and the healing grace of the divine. Not to mention excellent professional help. What bounty this is!
9″ x 12″ watercolor, pen on paper = $140