One year ago today, I woke up and said, “I’m ready to paint.”

I ran to buy canvas and paint. I bought acrylics because I had no patience for oil.

I had no idea what I was doing, but I had to do it. As a songwriter, choosing every word with purpose, crafting the cadence of each line, I had hit a wall. I simply did not have the words to express the feelings inside.


This painting above was my first, a triptych called “Separation.”

It’s quite straightforward and represented my separation from my husband and musical collaborator of eight years. The body of the guitar represented the contours of our bodies. The guitar’s neck represented outstretched arms, reaching for the same thing but unable to connect. You get the idea.

Like I said, it’s pretty straightforward, but because I could not find the words, I had to paint.

And because it gave me a new vocabulary I’d not spoken since high school, I could not stop.