I began this painting in Matt’s room during the last weeks of his life. I would sit and paint near the window, while he napped. It seems a trivial subject, innocuous, when something so dire was happening in my life, but the fact that there was no “theme” as it were, was helpful. If and when I paint something more pertinent to the experience, it will be later.
Painting is therapeutic to my spirit, probably more than anything, and reduces the stress, but there has been little time for therapy. My life since Matt’s death has been mostly about dealing with the demands of life. It will be my project for the future to carve out the time for activities that renew me.
There will be a companion painting for this one, so that the two will make a diptich.