In November I had my first gallery solo show. I’m still processing the experience of making the work, putting it out there, and seeing where things will go in my studio next. I’m looking inward. Quieting down. Listening as best as I can.
This picture of my sweet husband holding up the marigolds he strung up before the first big frost is my favorite of last year. Whenever I am unsure, insecure, or scared about anything related to being an artist he always says, "Just go make paintings, Mel."