In July, it was five years since my wife, Leslie, died from breast cancer. I wrote quite a lot about it here, at the time. I stopped writing about it after a year but, of course, the process of grief continues. It seems strange to think of all that’s happened without her presence since that time. I’ve learned a lot about myself through this process. I can’t always tell if I’m processing or indulging but I’m sometimes moved to paint something that arises out of the experience of loss and attachment.
My life is good. I’ve met a wonderful woman to share it with. I think of what I’ve lost and try to balance it with what I’ve gained.
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Bill, Thanks for sharing these gorgeous paintings and a peek into where you are in your life.
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Enjoy seeing your lovely paintings as always Bill. Happy for you to have found someone to share your life with; you deserve that!
Thanks to both Marcia and Marsha.