If you've done anything with "The Artist's Way," you know about morning pages.
But this post is about mourning pages, or rather, mourning paintings.
We've had a death in the family that has left an enormous void, and I've watched how my niece has been dealing with it. She's an incredible young woman with a high-stress, not-fun job, so it has been especially tough on her.
Anyway, she has been painting...and painting...and painting...and painting. Every once in a while, she'll send one of her paintings to me with a text message. They are intriguing -- full of vibrant greens and yellows and fierce purple-blue-blacks.
And her skies, wow.... She captures the nuances and light, yet almost always they are infiltrated by grey.
I find myself wanting to encourage her to keep her skies sunny and clear. But no, sometimes you have to let that darkness show, especially during the grief.
Write, paint, draw, create. It's how we survive.
