You walk with your Dad on the trail through gnarled ohia trees
As I walked with my Dad under cottonwoods
Miles and years distant, yet so close
We grow one after another in timeless tree rings,
Seedlings to saplings, soaring, sheltering our shoots
In an endless life cycle
Each growing gradually.
A tree stands in place of a seedling
And a woman instead of a small girl
Forever in the blink of an eye
This painting was the one that kept my sanity during the healing of my ankle break. I had some very surreal moments of complete immersion in the painting process. This painting transformed my understanding of art as a tool for healing. I feel like some of that intensity shines through in the final painting.