How does a piece begin?
January Reflections began with a color palette that I saw out my winter window. And Found on the Beach began as a collection of shells.
This next piece is inspired by a special woman...
Who lived in a nursing home in the 1970s...
Who sat in her chair, mouthing her prayers and moving the beads on her rosary.
She had a gift to give me.
And I have her story to share.
So today, I am wrestling with the setting: cinder block walls, a gray institution, an old woman, a dying roommate, a prayer book, a rosary, a chair, a housecoat, an institutional bed, and roses...
And the best way to begin.
"It was a dark and stormy night" just won't do here. And "Call me Ishmael" is taken.
So I am here at home and struggling with the blank page.
Struggling to begin.