05/24/2026
Life is hard sometimes…
My father passed away, and we traveled out of state twice to be with him and celebrate his life. I’ve stepped away from emails, commissions, window painting messages, and social media while trying to process it all.
My dad was a professional pilot and absolutely loved to fly. He flew professionally until he was 74 years old.
Before I jump back into work, I need to paint something just for myself.
My grandfather once owned a small airplane, and my dad’s very first flight was in that plane. I inherited the wooden propeller from it, and now it’s one of my most treasured possessions.
So I’m painting the front of that airplane in our home, and my husband is going to mount the original wooden propeller in front of the mural.
What makes this even more meaningful is that it will hang above a little train table for my grandson, who will arrive in August.
Some paintings are for clients.
Some are for healing.
And some somehow become part of a family story.
Thank you for your patience with me while I slowly find my footing again.
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