Things got overwhelming. I don't need to go into it. Art stopped.
Slowly it's coming back.
The trees in my garden helped
At the bottom of my garden is a graveyard.
In the graveyard are two beautiful trees.
I watch the seasons pass, the life within, and they comfort me.
So I drew the trees. And I sewed the trees
And the bark began to fascinate me, knarly, skin, protection, mask
So I drew the bark
And I drew some more
This guy joined my family
And today the tree looks like this
Time passes.
