The rusty metal of the hanger seemed to beg for embellishment or at least that’s what I told myself.
I cut, wrap, and rework, remembering how my mom used to make wreaths for holidays and as gifts.
Moments like this one connect me to her in a positive way. I laugh to myself and thank God for the opportunity to see her from a different perspective, past, and present.
The words truth and transparency tumbled around her soul and swirled around her heart.
Oscillating in every direction, shaking loose the untruths from the root.
Truth and Transparency
It has to be real – sang an intergalactic angel.
Eye of Asia, 2017
Mixed Media on Canvas
24in x 36in