Moving through the storage I have flipped through stacks of paintings made over the years and found most of them to be reflecting aspects of my marriage. While my mind and heart seem to conflict on this one, and my spouse and I trade insanely different memories of the same moments, my artwork has definitely captured some truth to where I stand. I think I will post a few of them.
This one was called My Marriage is a Juggling Act... and yet... I wonder about the ominous fish in the waters and the ability of my man to catch me. With the way my hair is painted I feel as though I am actually being thrown up into the space rather than down into his hands.