Wow.

I see sunlight, I see play and I see a hand that has slid down the canvas. This painting is saying so many things. I look at it, I begin to smile and then I stop breathing, I think because loss is behind, above and to the left, the red sliding finger prints. And still there is an angel force, a grace in this painting in the whites, yellows and pinks. I think this painting is a tightrope stretched tight and it holds the whole spectrum, dancing, lightly dancing, joy and wound-tight pain and sliding down a wall pain and still the eye comes to rest on the grace and light. Thank you. Actually, your painting is going to take a long and meditative write, with Bonnie Raitt on the CD player so I can write and dance, write and dance. Thank you. Susan