Nothing Can Help Me But Beauty

"Blessings"

This painting came to me during COVID when I was still living in San Miguel County by the river. The water's flow served as an anchor, keeping me steady in isolation and helping me recognize its blessings.

When I say "nothing can help me but beauty - I speak with unwavering conviction. When I think of the world and what is happening, I start weeping.

I also find myself in tears as I observe my cat attempting to catch a lizard among the Pentstemons, while birds flit back and forth to their nest. A bumblebee is foraging for pollen, and ladybugs are feasting on plants infested with tiny white bugs. I released 500 ladybugs a few days ago as an alternative to using pesticides that harm bees and birds.

Beauty - touches my heart deeply, it is not bad to weep, or is it? or is it just "sentimental"?

so I go to the studio and make some more - something to touch feed your soul (and mine) and lift your (and mine) spirit.