HAVING TO DO WITH MOTHERHOOD

A love story so bold it became a song. The song played while the paintings were made. I saw you, I touched you, and then… our son was born. The love lives and grows everyday.

The story starts in a lush valley in a small town somewhere in the south of France. An ancient quarry used to supply the marble to build monuments in old Rome. Bright orange veins run through each wall up-and-down, to build something beautiful and amazing and timeless. Overlooking a bubbling brook sits a retired mill converted into a large studio with apartments overhead. Off in the distance is a brook bubbling telling your mind to let go and be free. The journey begins up and down that waterway funneling in small canals, under two Roman bridges. Time is different here.


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The beauty is surreal as you stand naked in front of the window with golden sunlight silhouetting your body. I love you and can’t begin to describe the feelings. I paint between love making. Your body is soft against mine. Fuzzy you say as my soft hair rubs against your body. The paint keeps flowing and the paintings keep coming.

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