By the old home place
The trees look big, the house small
Childhood memories.
Art Prescription: Funny how we remember things so much bigger when we are young.
The tire-swing on that backyard tree was still working. Banana seat bikes parked on the patio with chalk saying, “blue-racer.”
The stairs from one-split level to the next. Huge.
Wax crayons with water in my art journal:
art prescription 
Alas, my childhood home no longer exists…
Maureen, this is a pretty dark portrait of my childhood home. I was playing with new water-soluble crayons and once I added water it became sort of a gloomy piece. Sticking with my “art prescription” model, I assume I’m working out some issues on the page. Life is always the good and the not so good…
so true
very emotional. I’m glad you spoke about this today causing me to go back to yesterday’s, which I missed. I love that your subconscious expressed emotions through your art. It is a beautiful piece in many ways.
You are kind Jodi!
I seriously love the depth of it
This art reminds me of a dream of past times. Looks like my grandparents hone in Virginia.