...but I don't feel no richer. (Stornoway)
It's been a year of ups and downs. A journey unprecedented for me, but that has allowed me to grow and explore my own existence in new ways. I suppose that is what love does for you, both when it comes and when it leaves.
I have always had a fascination with the natural world. Everything from cats to dinosaurs has interested me for as long as I have existed, but birds were never a part of this equation. I found them boring in every way, and was irritated that so many nature documentaries took place on the edge of some cliff filled with screeching gulls. This was not true for my latest partner though, and as our relationship grew I collected a huge amount of pictures of birds of all kinds as a sort of token of love. As I am now processing the painful and abrupt ending our relationship took, I have begun to paint those birds, which have become so incredibly meaningful to me. Actually, probably more meaningful and beautiful to me than they ever were to him (this was the theme of our relationship, but that is something for another project).
I don't know for how long I will keep on painting birds. For as long as it takes me, I suppose. I just hope some of you will join me on this quest to find meaning in the hours spent on a lost love.