We are facing stormy days.. feels like there is some kind of protest springing up around the country everyday. And we are flitting from one craziness to the next. Sometimes I wonder when I will wake up from this nightmare.

As always when I paint my girls, I have no idea in mind. Simply a posture I am interested in. And when she emerges, she has a message for me. In this case, a poem from Atticus.

“There was a storm in her eyes

Rocky seas from a hundred stormy nights

But also there was a light

A warm wind

From a distant shore

So that’s where I headed

Towards the light

That shone in her eyes

With gentle seas.”