01/26/2026
I’m putting the finishing touches on this piece, and I’m stuck.
This painting feels like shared shelter.
Like walking through uncertainty with someone who knows your pace.
Quiet companionship. Presence. Trust.
But titles matter. They shape how a story is held.
If you’d like to help, take a moment with the image and tell me:
✨ What would you name this piece?
Thank you in advance for sharing your thoughts—I truly love hearing how others experience the work. 🤍
*We don’t stop the rain, we walk through it together.*
This painting is dedicated to those who do the work of building friendships.
I am so grateful for the amazing people I call friends. Some have been friends for months, some for years, and some for decades.
I remember when I was young, I longed for deep friendships, but for various reasons my friends were curated by others...parents…ex-husbands... etc.
Once I was living on my own, I learned how to nurture and build deep friendships that weathered storms, and made life's load easier to carry, and to do the work of being that kind of friend to others.
I would be hard pressed to find many things I treasure more than my friends.
These are the things I've been contemplating while painting this piece.
One thing about navigating relationships with people over decades is we all have opinions, beliefs and feelings that can be bruised by words, actions, and neglect. Long lasting friends have the resilience and the vulnerability to weather the storms.
Choosing to love through the differences and difficulties builds depth and layers that adds value and growth to us as individuals and to the relationships we share.
I am grateful for friends who listen when I'm hurting, who are gentle when I'm vulnerable, who show up when times are hard, and who would rather be kind than right.
Thoughts?.......
