Today is the anniversary of a very sad time in my life. My first husband was killed in an auto accident 35 years ago today. It's not something I talk about much. We had way too short a time together. He was a great guy - so full of life and great dreams of wonderful possibility in front of him. Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been if we were still together. It would certainly have been a different one than I have had but I am sure art would be a part of it since I heard that calling me from very early on. The journey of life is always a surprise - some good and some bad - but a surprise nevertheless. Meeting him opened up possibilities that I never knew existed in the four short years were were married and, in a way, led me back to California where I met my current husband. Still, this day each year is a bit bittersweet. I didn't realize how dreary this photo was until I loaded it onto the computer terminal but the seahorse looks a bit grumpy - pretty much my mood today. He is drawn onto a pair of capris I am trying to salvage from paint splotches. They are a favorite pair of pants and I would really like to get a bit more wear out of them. He isn't finished yet. There will be lovely zentangle lines in all the open spots soon but I thought he looked kind of cool just as the black outline. He is also the same seahorse from the big painting (I use my patterns repeatedly) and is one of my favorites. So today I will think about lost love & create art.