Yes, I have been “Missing in Action” the last few weeks,

and yes, I have been to the Miami airport (MIA)

I’ve also been to the Portland, Oregon Airport and the Antiguan Airport and the Charlotte airport too. I’ve been traveling a bit and spending time with my kids this summer. My son did well at Nationals for bouldering and took 31st place in the country! His sisters and I are very proud of him. My daughter flew in from Baltimore and we got to cheer him on. Then my son and I went off to Antigua to see my other daughter and my grandson, Koa. Such a fun trip and I was in full “grandma mode.” (can I have squished his little face any more?) oh, the giggles….8 months and so happy. And just when he would break into a smile when he saw me I had to leave and go back home. Hopefully, I will see him again at the holidays.

On the way to and from Antigua we had plane changes through Miami and had to wait a few hours for the next plane back to Greenville. So I found myself in a great place to “people watch.” People of all sizes, shapes and levels of stress running to or waiting for planes. All skintones, all manner of dress. It is interesting knowing how you can tell when someone is flying back home. Ever notice the way they dress matches the city on the gate? Cowboy hats going back to Texas. Miami natives wear a lot of gold, I noticed. And I can always tell those going back to PIttsburgh. 

As as I sat there, studying faces, it reminded me of why I hate these types of “portrait” studies…

Yuk…..because as I looked around at these airports the truth is this… not many people that sat near me or took my tickets or ran around the airport fit into these dimensions. They had longer jaws or larger eyes. They had shorter foreheads or longer noses. And here is a crazy truth- even if I measured their faces perfectly and painted them exactly as I saw them there is still a chance I would create something that feels “off.”  

Because the key to portrait painting (and I still struggle with this) is that a person is more than how someone looks. It is also about the aura they project, the “feel” of who they are and it is tough thing to capture. Believe me. Ever see someone without their glasses, or beard or with a new hair cut and yet instantly still know it is them? 

Since I have been back I started painting again. Sometimes as much as 10 hours a day.  And some of what I have created is crap. I admit it. Some of it still has potential and that what keeps me going. You see, I’m a bit distracted right now because painting portraits is intuitive as well as “accurate” and I believe my intuition is off right now. I am counting the days until my son is off to college. I am mIssing my grandson before I even got to really know him and then I got quick glimpses of the amazing people my daughters have become and then poof! They are gone.   

My son is off to college in a few weeks so I will be an empty nester. No one to feed or take care of anymore except myself. I haven’t had that in over 29 years. (More, if you count my ex-manchild) So the silence is coming. I can feel it. So what do I do? I’m setting up workshops in Italy, Asheville, Sedona and the Caribbean. (more info to come on the last two)  I plan on traveling to places I have always wanted to go with a group of creatives and it will fill me up. I will still be painting too, but I know my new situation will cause my work to look different. It always does. My art will settle back down in a new direction and I will hopefully get back to creating portraits. My kids are gone, but they are ok. And so am I. 

And that is the way it should be. I fought to do the best I could for them. And in the end that is the one thing I can honestly say. I did the best I could. Now it is time to do the best I can for me.  

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