When I look at my daughter,
I see her not only as she is now, but as she was when she was a little girl.
Tangled red hair, always determined, always so full of imagination.
She has always been beautiful,
but now even more so to me.
(Hopefully she will always let me photograph her.)
Now when I look at Amanda I feel at home.
This home that she grew up in.
Where we both found ourselves.
In this December of bare branches and window light.
I feel wishes of another small girl who joined us for Thanksgiving.
and my journey between soft and vibrant colors
This is the home where I make art.
this december of bare branches...
(these four new pieces are on sale in my etsy shop now
read about them and see more images here)
