Which never comes.
For another mountain is growing up
Which goaded by the unavoidable
I must traverse
This 6 x 6 in original oil on canvas paper was inspired by the Facebook words of a friend, who was reflecting on the experience of bringing her newborn home. I was transported to those days- the exhaustion. The hope. The exhaustion. The emotion. The leaking. The exhaustion. The loneliness. The hope. The need to be held. This is for every mom. We are all holding you. No feeling is permanent. Everything changes. You are being held. Sleep will come.