today i finished a piece.
not because i planned to or because i necessarily wanted to.
i went to my painting class this morning ready to work on a couple of projects,
including my eyelash painting.
and then i received some devastating news;
the curator of the wsu museum, and one of my mentors, keith wells, had died last night.
i was completely shocked considering i see him almost every day.
i looked at my paintings and wanted to go home. to not be around art. to not be there.
but then i thought,
keith would want me to keep working.
if i saw him in the halls today he would ask me how i was, make a joke,
and would be proud of the work i was doing.
so i put on mascara and with watery eyes made my last few marks.
the tears in my eyes stained the paper and made the mascara bleed.
and then i knew it was done.
those last marks were the exact thing that this piece needed to be complete.
i originally planned to keep working on it until the whole paper was almost black.
but i’m glad i stopped today.
it gives the work more meaning that i thought it would ever have.
and i love it.
here’s to you keith