"Sutures", the first painting of this series, will always be held by my heart. I started this painting with the hope that my favorite color (Pthalo Green) would inspire an uplifting emotion. I was experiencing a life changing event, one of which I never thought I would experience. And so my happiness, my favorite color, was clouded by the earth toned haze of natural selection. Even still, there was a hope that shined its reflection on my life; one I wanted to cling onto. But I found myself separated, almost emotionally unattached from what was happening. As if it was an old black and white film with no sound. I unexpectedly found comfort in that. So I decided that instead of worrying, stressing, or trying to fix the uncontrollable, I would follow instructions. I am not one who normally follows the "guidelines" set by by those who think "normal" is an achievable goal, by the way. But this time, I followed. All the while, carrying my hope. My hope is what leads me to a cure. "The Cure" that is not found, but realized. I dedicate this entire series to the woman who is stronger than life, my mother, Opal.
