Good morning, folks. I post today the finished oil I started some weeks ago. I have renamed it, MORNING, AT LAST, because my life has been filled with many complications since Part 2 was posted. My son, my husband and my mother have all been ill. Two of them extremely ill and I was called away from home for one and am caring at home for the other. All during this time, this painting stood on its easel staring at me. It is a large canvas, 20" x 26", so it also loomed over me. It seemed to be yelling at me, "Paint me. Work with me. Finish me."One morning, in a brief respite from all the chaos surrounding me, I sat down at it to paint a little. Time became suspended and after several hours, I was finished with it. I realize now that it became one thing that I could control, one thing that I could complete, one thing that had a happy ending, one thing that took my mind off the rest of my life where I was feeling hopeless, helpless and sorely inadequate. This painting may not be my best work technically, but it will always be the one that "watched over me" during a hard time. And, the one that gave me rest when I could find it no place else. Thanks for listening.
