Tomorrow is my mother’s birthday. It’s been so many years since she’s gone now. Yet, she never fails to enter my mind with a memory or make me laugh from one. I was speaking to a cousin of mine recently that feels just the same about her. We both wish she was still here with us to laugh. We miss her.
Whenever I decide to do a little tribute piece for her, purple hues often find their way in as they were here favorite. There’s a tendency that I also stick some sort of flowers in there as well since they remind me of her.
With all that’s been going on lately, my dreams have been more vivid than ever. So I revoked the power of an old tradition between my grandfather & I & started noting a dream journal of sorts again. In a recent dream journey, a woman told me “Beyond the forest path, there lies another world.” So that was the inspiration behind this title & that is exactly the direction I followed.
The seasons are changing rapidly around here but somehow this weekend winter managed to hang on. Despite the cold temps these surreal scenes of the entrance of spring managed to creep into my dreams and designs. Spring is very close around here, and you can tell by the trees. You are starting to see little bits of green pop up here and there. Soon even the cold will not be able to stop it. Everything will come into bloom. I’ve always liked the change of seasons around here for that reason, and the beginning of March around here usually signals spring. —Usually.