"In the end only three things matter:
how much you loved,
how gently you lived,
and how gracefully you let go
of the things not meant for you."
Buddha
"The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it."
Self portrait oil on board by the writer.
The halo behind her head has been compared to saint icons of the Orthodox Church;
but, I believe she was playing with a couple themes. Perhaps it is merely a big brimmed
straw hat shading her from the Southern sun? Or even the sun rising in the morning?
The color palette of the pheasant is not one of the hundred peahens on her farm, it is
drab rust, autumnal browns and black. The humor of the straight faced writer and the
broody hen looks the viewer in the heart. She knew herself.
