So…there are times when things happen in my studio that are difficult to describe in words. Most recently, a man came in and noticed this painting that I was working on for a show opening this Fall. He was immediately drawn to the painting and asked me several questions about it. The next thing I knew, his eyes were filled with tears and he was explaining a poem to me that reminded him of this painting.Ā He went on to tell me that he had lost hisĀ wife to a battle with cancer and that this made him think of her both leaving this world and arriving into the next. As he continued speaking, tears welled up again into his eyes and he asked me if I had titled the piece. I had not. He asked me what I thought of the title, “There She Goes”. I likedĀ the suggestion and agreed that it was a fitting name for the piece. I knew that I couldn’t sell it before theĀ show so I was pleased he had not asked a price. He asked the price. I sold it to him. I will paintĀ another one for the show. Life is just too precious. I made this man so joyful and the mere thought that my art could ever move someone, even if just this once, is enough to keep me going on this artistic journey. He later mailed me the poem:
