Sunday Routine – 16 in x 20 in – Egg Tempera on Panel
“Another week upon me and here I sit in my Sunday Routine. Life goes by so fast these days, nothing like the days as a child-those would go on like what seemed forever. Nowadays with all my worries and concerns the hours melt under the heat of anxiety. My hair is turning gray now, my skin a little more wrinkled. I feel pains I never felt before and don’t feel the energy I once had for life. The hopelessness of life seems to overwhelm me and at times I feel like throwing in the towel. All of the memories I have held dear have come tumbling down and are unrecognizable now. The wonder of life is disappearing like a vapor before my eyes. The things I once loved seem strange to me now. The joys I once felt are no longer attainable. I feel hopeless, not a good place to be. Hope is what carries us when the outlook seems glum. Hope is the expectations of change for the better. When hope is gone, so is the motivation, the energy and the impulse to be ambitious.”