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9”x12”
Acrylic on Gallery-Depth Canvas
On my sister’s death anniversary, I set out for a place in the park where I knew people left birdseed. My friend had gifted me some seeds as a gift that week, knowing that my family treasured some photos of my sister hand-feeding chickadees, and that I wanted to do the same in her memory. When I reached the old tree stump, I added some new seeds.
It wasn’t long before the chickadees started to show up for the sunflower seeds. Watching them brought me fully into the present moment and was a way of giving thanks for my sister’s life and love.
This painting is my way to commemorate the many seeds of love I experienced that week – in my friend’s thoughtful gift, in an act of remembrance, and in the beauty and grace I experienced watching the little birds. It reminds me of how simple it can be to give and receive in this way.
9”x12”
Acrylic on Gallery-Depth Canvas
On my sister’s death anniversary, I set out for a place in the park where I knew people left birdseed. My friend had gifted me some seeds as a gift that week, knowing that my family treasured some photos of my sister hand-feeding chickadees, and that I wanted to do the same in her memory. When I reached the old tree stump, I added some new seeds.
It wasn’t long before the chickadees started to show up for the sunflower seeds. Watching them brought me fully into the present moment and was a way of giving thanks for my sister’s life and love.
This painting is my way to commemorate the many seeds of love I experienced that week – in my friend’s thoughtful gift, in an act of remembrance, and in the beauty and grace I experienced watching the little birds. It reminds me of how simple it can be to give and receive in this way.