The Evolution of Stacy

Looking back at the dates, I realize the painting I call Stacy documented the ending of my marriage. Painting it was transformational—she, and the song she came from, got me through a lot. 

Playing melancholy songs that somehow made us feel a whole lot better is this whole experience in a nutshell.

Reflections and images of ancestors were there in her layers whenever I needed to see them most. 

Looking back at her evolution, I see mine, too, in every layer. Her first layer says Let there be love. 

I’m still grateful for the love.

There are many stories to come about Stacy. She holds so much.