The Beginning is the End is the Beginning, mixed media, 6" x 8"
Sometimes art cannot be helped. It relieves a deep ache. The salve for this ache is color and image; the analgesic is paint-stained fingers and sharp-edged paper scraps. Messes create an opening for breath in the chest, make room for self-forgiveness.
Tonight, I sit beneath the dining room's water-cracked ceiling as I create. I watch for water to drip from the tiny cavern of slit drywall and apply the antiseptic of art over my heart. I hear a thrum-hum inside me calming the tendrils of loss just a bit, just a very little bit.