flowers for my sister, Kukla…
who died 5 years ago today. Blunt, I know. But personally, I like the brutal honesty of the sound of the words. Five days ago, or five years, it all pretty much feels the same to me. I miss her as much as ever. My sister lived life in a big way, and she filled a lot of space in my life, which means that the hole she left is equally large and empty.
I miss being able to share my recent work with her. I know she would have appreciated the process, and had a really good laugh out of the disastrous day I had in the print studio that resulted in this group of collages.
Even though it sometimes feels like I have been stuck in the land of grief forever, when I look at the work I see evidence of having put one foot in front of the other and forward movement. I realize now that loss inhabits an unmapped place that is lacking in rules; and pretty much what you need is an abundance of patience while trying to navigate your way out.
On a much more positive and lighter note, it was 27 years ago today that my one-and-only stand-up guy Alberto and I went out on our first date – which was just the beginning of all kinds of great adventures together!
