Women Over 60: Giving birth and sending a child off to graduation
all in the same breath
✨ When a Painting Is Finished ✨
The moment I say a painting is done is always bittersweet.
It feels like giving birth and sending a child off to graduation—all in the same breath. There’s joy, there’s ache, and there’s the unknown of where this creation will eventually land, whose walls it will call home.
What soothes me is this: I see each painting as a silent conversation. A wink between me and the person who will one day hang it in their dining room, bedroom, or living room. Every time their eyes meet the canvas, it’s as if we share a collective knowing—that quiet reminder that we’re all part of something bigger.
Through my hands, the soul-part of me comes alive on canvas, carrying a message of subtle, rooted beauty. Not fleeting, but steady. Not loud, but enduring.
And once the painting is finished, it no longer belongs only to me. It belongs to the one who sees their own truth reflected in it.
This original is available—if you’re interested, send me a DM. I’ll also be releasing a limited print run soon for those who’d love to have a piece of this season in their home.