Acrylic & Charcoal on Canvas
10 x 48 inches
Watched Cave of Forgotten Dreams while my shoulder has been recuperating. Got chills. Got weepy. This painting is now over our bed, honoring our sleep-time rehashing of our own stories from the day, from our past, for our future. Heather is our only child, the only child from our branch of the family. She's it, no cousins at all. I hope she remembers all our stories when we've left the earth. I regret not knowing what stories of her own she'll be creating when we're gone.