Cold hands on the grips
We pedal familiar streets–
Future memories
Transition. That’s the word I can’t get out of my head. That might be why I’m painting so many flowers and busy little bees– they speak to me of transition.
I’m getting married in May. I’m putting my house on the market as now-ish as possible. I’m decluttering. I’m riding bikes with my son to school knowing the familiar streets have an expiration date. That very soon, when we do bike, it will be on less familiar streets.
Today’s 6×6 sunflower painting is my joy and excitement at the transition. It’s also the bittersweet nature of saying goodbye to a place I have very much loved.
What other imagery speaks to you of transition? These 31 days mayb be coming to a close, but I’ll still be painting. I’ll still be seeking inspiration.