Last month a tree fell on my studio

I am so thankful that I was not in there when it happened.   The sky was still. There were downpours earlier that day...and the day before...and the day before. I was in the kitchen when I heard what sounded like a giant waterfall rushing through the yard. What a traumatic sight to see as I opened the door to go outside to investigate this frightening noise. There it was, my art studio flattened by a tree. It was a tree that I loved. A tree with a face nailed to it that had watched me transform over the years. That afternoon the tree decided it could not hold on to the ground any longer. It needed to lay down, right on top of my studio.  Many of paintings and supplies were damaged. Some didn't mean much to me but some were very special. I had years of works in progress that were now filled with holes. There was one painting that in the studio that I had been struggling with for a few months. I manages to pull that out of the rubble with only a few scratches. When I first did the painting, the sky was full of the northern lights. I didn't like it. Then I painted over that and covered the sky with clouds. I still didn't like it. Frustrated, I covered the whole sky up not knowing what it should look like. Until.....the tree fell on it.    

I am so thankful that I was not in there when it happened. 

The sky was still. There were downpours earlier that day...and the day before...and the day before. I was in the kitchen when I heard what sounded like a giant waterfall rushing through the yard. What a traumatic sight to see as I opened the door to go outside to investigate this frightening noise. There it was, my art studio flattened by a tree. It was a tree that I loved. A tree with a face nailed to it that had watched me transform over the years. That afternoon the tree decided it could not hold on to the ground any longer. It needed to lay down, right on top of my studio.

Many of paintings and supplies were damaged. Some didn't mean much to me but some were very special. I had years of works in progress that were now filled with holes. There was one painting that in the studio that I had been struggling with for a few months. I manages to pull that out of the rubble with only a few scratches. When I first did the painting, the sky was full of the northern lights. I didn't like it. Then I painted over that and covered the sky with clouds. I still didn't like it. Frustrated, I covered the whole sky up not knowing what it should look like. Until.....the tree fell on it. 

 

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