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About the Artwork
Before I met Jeff, my love, my partner, I was perfectly content being a single lady. I loved my life. I traveled by myself for a month at a time, with my car full of clothes and art supplies, roaming the country and stopping wherever I felt the urge. Then I met Jeff, fell in love in my early forties for the first time ever, and began a new life with him. Fast forward to 4 1/2 years later, my beautiful Jeffrey passing away from Colon Cancer unexpectedly and quickly, I now find myself once again alone, but not the same person. This time it was forced on me. This time I am a widow, navigating my life, trying to find a reason why I’m still here, why he’s gone at the young age of 45 years old, why the world is so cruel to good people who waited their whole lives to find each other.
I feel closest to Jeff when I am alone, surrounded by nature, where I can look beyond the horizon into the unknown, with a glimpse of hope that his soul is somewhere safe, waiting for me. Birds visit me both in my dreams and in real life, often. They seem to be some sort of messengers from the other side, letting us know that our loved ones are okay. If I close my eyes, and listen really hard, I think Jeff might be whispering to me through these lovely little creatures, sending me his love, and letting me know that in some way, he is still here with me.