My sons no longer live at home. They are married and lead their own busy lives in the Seattle area. Whenever they come home for a visit (with their lovely wives), it is very special for me. I love the noise, excitement, laughter, conversations, and fun. And I love how my house feels full of them when they are here.But, when they leave, I always feel sad. And the house feels emptier than it did before they came.
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interesting shapes--feels nautical too.
wait. forgot to mention--feels artic too.
sorry for the void,
but this is a very lovely painting.
I fully understand that feeling I love nothing more to see them happy and I feel so full of pride. The great thing though I also know that no matter where they are they carry me with them as I do them.
I also like the mood of this painting
You say, "my house feels full of them when they are here." Your heart is full of them when they're not.
Looking at this painting, I can hear the water lapping. How nice.
You are all exactly right. I love the arrivals, hate the departures but it eventually evens out with time.
Maybe I'm so moved by your words that I see such sadness in your painting. I think it is there without your words. Your painting is full of emptiness.
Very well done.
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