A Return to Life {Part 2}

If you missed the first part of this post, you can find it here.

My sister Pam and I drove from the Surgeon’s office to the hospital to complete my admissions forms.  On the drive, fear was having his way with me. Pam knew better than to try to stop him; she was very familiar with fear.  He had tormented her two years earlier.

A Return to Life

It has been over three months since I have assembled my words and my images into a blog post.  I have been on a break, a break that I didn’t see coming.

This watercolor was painted by me the day before my break began.  It needs some corrections.  The perspective between the books and the vase is all wrong; I also tried to do a wash, which failed,  I wasn’t happy with it, but with all it’s faults, the piece was an improvement for me, for sure, and I planned to do the reworks over the 4th of July holiday.
I never did.  I fell on a slippery porch; and my right elbow and wrist were broken.