I got a call the other day from a friend who has been asked to go through some pretty tough times. How I wish that I could just take from others their sorrows and challenges. Yet, there is growth and development that comes as we are stretched and we can learn things we never hoped to learn through such trials, if reacted to with hope and perseverance.
She asked if I would do a little something for her to put on the wall, and gave license for what came to mind. So, I've been pondering the whole process of birth, sleep, transformation, stillness, flight, etc. I've also thought about the moths suicidal obsession with a flame, or scorching light. This is what I came up with: My favorite part was antiquing the paper before painting on it.
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