Solitude

Isolation was an ongoing feature of my life—even during some of the happiest years. When we moved here 20 years ago I had a baby in tow, and had to build a support system in a vacuum while my husband worked a demanding job. I made a weekly trip to see clients two hours away—but otherwise was home alone with my daughter. 

In that first year I asked, what could I learn from being alone so much? When I dove under the loneliness, I found myself.

In the last six months, I’ve learned again that it’s a gift to be alone. I can give myself to my artwork as I’ve always yearned to do—and it turns out each day’s beauty is a gift back to me.