I find solace in painting flowers
I suppose this is my psyche’s way of grieving which also becomes an offering of love and beauty for the joy of life.
In the autumnn I gathered all my sorrows and buried them in my garden. And when April returned and spring came to weed the earth, there grew in my garden beautiful flowers unlike all other flowers. And my neighbors came to behold them, and they all said to me, "When autumn comes again,at seeding time, will you not give us of the seeds of these flowers that we may have them in our gardens?
Sand and Foam