It is just about the end of the year, and what a year 2022 has been. It's been jam-packed full of so many experiences and life-changing events that were largely for the better. These last few weeks, I started a new full-time job and have been settling into yet another new role--just in time for 2023. After a delightful Thanksgiving and Christmas with my newest and dearest friends (Miss Kitty and Mr. Charcuterie I will call them) and discussions of the merits of pickles, I was inspired by the latest painting. It's a pickle, just sitting in it's own brine bath. What can I say other than, well, I have a pickle problem. I have had one most of my life! As a little kiddo I used to eat pickles and drink the brine like nobody's business. I remember making a pickle brine popsicle with one of my sisters which was so sour we couldn't eat it properly for weeks but a small amount at a time. My mom recalls finding jars of pickles and green olives under my bed after I'd stay with her for the weekend. This particular painting summarizes so much of who I am, a salty self relaxing in a salty brine enjoying the view from such comfort and happiness. I know it will not last forever, but to quote V for Vendetta's heroine, Valerie:
"....for three years I had roses and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must NEVER let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the worlds turns, and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you."
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