When I was 70, I discovered an ability to paint. An undiagnosed stroke, it seems, had damaged part of my brain, in the process unmasking this latent talent. It is a gift that I will cherish for the rest of my life. However, because I did not escape the brain damage that often accompanies a stroke, I spend hours trying to hang onto my ability to communicate. It is definitely a challenge.
What I and so many others have is aphasia, which means we have difficulty finding our words. Naturally, I would love to be able to express what my paintings mean to me. However, I am blessed to have a husband, family, and friends who love and support me in every way, and they have assured me that my paintings speak for themselves.I would like for you to know that before I begin to paint, I close my eyes and take deep slow breaths, waiting for the sign that my heart is ready to be the shepherd that guides me every step of the way. Rarely have I been disappointed.