The Waterfalls.

Before I realized that my heart needed a little surgical intervention, I lugged my wagon full of art supplies down a steep path to paint waterfalls. When it was time to go, a stranger—a mom with four kids—saw me struggling and helped push my wagon up the incline. I was so grateful, but didn't even ask her name (this was during the height of the pandemic). Our hotel at the time required us to schedule time at the pool. When my husband and I showed up, there was already a family there. Turns out, more than one family could share a time slot. The mom chatted about her day and was telling me about an artist she helped up a hill...

pastel. 16.00x12.00.″ 425. Purchase from Gallery