An Art Review of a Different Kind
©Vanessa Wells, 2014 All rights reserved. I spent the day deliberating about posting a personal commentary here, which I rarely do. And maybe that's part of my problem. I've been feeling depleted lately (physically, spiritually, emotionally) and this has been complicated by feelings of grief for which I still haven't attained "closure." The best info I have seen on this topic is that it's not linear, it's very individual in its course, and it doesn't make any damn sense. I have come to accept that. But there are moments—and they tend to hit me in the early morning—when I am hit by grief like a Mack truck. This is both unexpected and really annoying. I tend to be a morning person (that is, I don't want to actually talk to anyone in the morning; I just have all my energy and optimistic outlook for the day then), and then wham , I'm crying. Backtrack: I'm a child without a real sibling [skip that story]. My dad died ten years ago. H...