The Miata Affair... 18x24 oil on panel. I did a show last year that was so successful that I paid cash for a gorgeous old miata. This car became a trophy... a tangible reward for the pain that had been reproduced on canvas, the tears, the anger, the heartache. A week ago, I had to sell it, not because of anything I did, but circumstances that were out of my control. My hands were tied. In my naivety, I thought that I would own this car forever, a constant reminder of the healing that I had accomplished, and the painful memories that no longer kept me prisoner. I have once again learned that nothing is forever. I approached the car like a child full of innocence, I sold the car with the death of innocence. I am truly heartbroken... my validation is gone.
