In May of 2019 my world changed. Ok, overly dramatic, I know, but not wholly untrue. I went for a hike. In the woods. Alone. Not uncommon for me. I love hiking alone. It was truly my serenity. It fed my soul.
But this day was different. I fell. I shattered my right leg in 5 different places. I spent an hour on the phone with 9-1-1. I’d like to tell you I was calm and rational. I wasn’t. After an hour they found me. Could have been worse.
Long story short, I survived. I had 12 weeks of recovery in which I really was able to devote so much time to my art for which I am truly grateful. The artwork on this page is the result of my soul dealing with the tragic loss of its serenity. I may never go into the woods alone again, but I have my art which also feeds my soul.