I built this piece in a different way. I painted in the shapes of color before the lines. I did not plan to leave part of the panel exposed and yet I came to a point where I could not continue. The wood standing solid in the midst of water in several forms; the tranquility of a lake, the deep darkness of a storm, the cool hug of grey mist, and the soft drizzle of rain. It stands bearing all temperatures, variations from dry to deluge. There is a persistence that I admire, a steadfast endurance, a reliability that brings comfort.

Margaret Lipsey

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We go through life, unaware of all the twists, all the decisions, all the subtle changes we go through to become who we are becoming. We stand unaware of our magic and our gifts settling into the mediocre and the monotonous. Until one day a spark lights within, or a conversation illuminates, or a tragedy requires us to finally see all that we are.  The fullness of ourselves, our power, and our potential. And then suddenly all the choices, all that we have gathered and learned and become, transforms into a beautiful mosaic. We begin to understand that we are here to add to the ourselves until we are filled up with all the pieces of who we are. No matter how disparate they seem. No matter how strange. My work is my pathway to understanding my own mosaic, to filling it up, to discovering more of the pieces. It is ever shifting, never-ending, and becoming more of who I truly am as the years pass. My hope is that it will help you discover something within you that has been waiting to be seen, that has been waiting to be embraced, and that will add to the mosaic of who you are.