I finished a painting today. It’s bittersweet, because it’s the farm I will never have. My body isn’t capable of caring for a farm alone anymore. But a part of my heart will always ache for the farm in Mansfield, a dream I achieved and lost, so I made myself this fictional farm. A big old barn, good pasture, a rainbow collection of Shetland sheep (with many horned ewes!), a couple of paint jennies, a majestic buckskin mule.











