oil on stitched canvas
41w x 43h
Sometimes my imagination is bigger than my body, and I forget to remember to just be myself.
Just took out a library book: "Lost" by Cathy Ostlere.
Simply put, it's about a woman's brother who goes missing while at sea. He is eventually presumed dead, and the book is her reaction to her brother's life. Or so I gather, having only just begun reading.
The inside of the jacket says
"Lost is a (...) meditation on the idea that to be lost can be a fact or a state of mind. And sometimes the difference isn't clear."
Lately I have been feeling a bit lost. I put this book on hold a couple of months ago and it has just become available... good timing, perhaps.
And tomorrow is another day.