this painting is propped on an easel in the downstairs studio. i started it last september and it has been painted and repainted about six times. its current state, still unfinished, still a bit of a mess, was inspired by my feelings following the death of david bowie. i love that i know and experienced its understories. all of them. not one of the layers underneath the surface has anything to do with david bowie.
and yet they have everything to do with david bowie.
each layer we live, each moment, each transformation, each version and story of who we are, never leaves us. they are all there beneath the surface, in the tissue, in the fiber, in the blood, in our individual and complex limbic terrains.
when we show up, they show up with us.
i take great comfort in this thought, especially on days like today. i am uncertain and a little fearful today. but i have had some courageous days. and they echo in the back beat of my pulse. today they will show up with me, in all my uncertainty and fear. my own little gang of heroes.
