Finijo

Shadows of Truth by Dixie Friend Gay Midway through the year and I think the last of my David cobwebs are clearing. The loss of a sibling is an experience that does a number on your head, but it's unexpected, because people never talk about it. It's like Ten Little Indians, then there were three, then there were two, and then you start to dread the idea of being the last little Indian standing just a little bit more than you don't want to die. Strange to me that there doesn't seem to be more poetry, writing, and art dedicated to the subject, given that the impact it has is unbelievably profound. I managed to draw every night last week and s

Spider Flower by Finijo Another year draws to a close and I find myself reflecting. This year has been an ode to the acceptance of loss. There is no point in grieving what you do not have, but at times it is difficult to process that people who were in your life are now not. My brother died New Year's Eve 2012. I spent much of this year traveling back and forth to another state to deal with his estate and his business and to try to help his sons learn to live their new lives - without him. I doubt my success in that endeavor, but it was not for want of trying. Now I am in the process of releasing several longtime friendships from my heart.

This year has been pretty incredible. Synchronicity has crossed my path with a group of artists who are unbelievably nurturing and supportive, but they also like dick jokes, so our time together is never without laughter. This interaction over the last year has challenged me in more ways than I would have expected. What started out as a lunch group for like minded artists has turned into friendships and mentoring on so many levels. My paintings, photography, and assemblage work has been in eight art shows this year and have several more scheduled for the next six months. It might not sound like much, but these shows have forced me to work on