I was able to spend the early months of 2019 helping to care for my Father as he transitioned from this life. I would slip outside on those cold afternoons and try to regain my footing. In a moment of solitude along a trail I spot a tiny flower, the blood root emerging and blooming. A juxtaposition of events; seeing a life fade while Spring urgently pressed forward.
As I stopped and examined this tiny spring flower and the pure white petals, it calmed me and gave me hope of rebirth. Returning to Napa with the essence of my fathers swirling around me and this image of the pure white Blood Root petals, I began to paint. These canvases flowed, but in a haphazard way, working through emotions and the feeling of love and the feeling of loss. I have counted 51 variations to the fourth painting in the series. Layers and layers of paint, sanding, tears, more paint, more sanding, more. April 2019 - February 2020 - August 2020 - December 2020