Fall Passing
The colors of the fall hydrangea in my garden are splendid. Because I didn’t cut it after it bloomed, the fading flowers pleasantly surprised me with indescribable shades. I couldn’t fully capture the purple-crimson and vibrant, yet fading colors here in this watercolor sketch — just like words, when they don’t fully express the intensity of emotions. My friend has passed away (on my mother’s birthday) and because I am on call for his wife, my dear friend, and their four children, this will be the only post this week. I will try to find the time to post next week after the funeral. Amid this chaotic time, I’m noticing all the more that art is everywhere and it is sustaining.

