Mom, otherwise known as Maui Grandma, turned 87 today. Leela (who is still on Spring Break) joined me to celebrate. Seems like a good time to share her art as well. She painted on and off with oil for as long as I can remember. She completed a dozen paintings. My favorite was the Amish boy holding his Guinie pig. I’m not sure where that one ended up. My other favorite is the unfinished portrait of the old lady below which seems to be a premonition of who she has become. The p

Back in ’05 I was going through my seperation. It was the most turbulent time of my life. I was lost and experiencing extreme loss. Someone suggested I get some paints. #transition #painting

Yesterday: He held the finch in his hands in his lap. It had been sitting on a rock outside the hole he had dug that morning to plant a new cat’s whisker. He had stepped away and when he returned she was there. And she was dying. He sat with her and eventually picked her up. If she was going to recover he gave her his energy. If not he gave her his love. She rested in his hands. He moved her to his heart. Her warmth and weight and lightness were all that was left. She no