Four years ago tonight, Ryma painted this picture. She hadn’t painted in more than a decade, and decided to take a class. The participants weren’t meant to complete a painting in the 60 minute class, just learn about and practice the technique (which I believe was painting with sponges and rags). Anyway, she got this done during the class.
Initially, I thought I’d hang it in our bedroom, but I caught a glimpse of it from a distance and realized that–like most abstract paintings–it looks even better from a distance, because our minds fill in the details, which is a cool phenomenon!
People speak metaphorically of crossing a river at the time of death. I like to think that this is the river that Ryma has crossed.