Sunday Mourning – 14×18 in. Egg Tempera on Panel
I long for those Sunday mornings in the place where I grew up, Pennsylvania. On a visit to Pennsylvania I caught a glimpse of my son standing in the light watching my sister take the dog out for a walk and it reminded me of the many times I stared out that screen door of my mothers house on a Sunday morning. This was November so the air was crisp and the temperature low but he stood there waiting like I did many times. In many ways I have put my emotions on hold since that day because I missed that place so dearly. Now on the eve of my return to Pennsylvania I can finally pen these words because my mourning will soon come to an end.