Last summer, shortly after I moved to Texas to be with Steven, I began making little paper pinwheels to draw from. They've appeared in a few paintings since then; to me they seem youthful, celebratory and hopeful.
I'm working on sketches for a new painting about patience & home. Last week before one of my classes at the painting studio, I watched a tiny bird pick up twigs and things from the sidewalk to build a nest. Peacefully and steadily, she flew down to retrieve the supplies. The next day I returned to the studio and saw a half built nest had blown down on the sidewalk. In the sketch, a bird has made her home in the wind, hopeful for the future. This song has been on repeat in my studio while I work.