
Rootedness
encaustic
8x8 inches
Another encaustic piece I created while I had my wax on the other day. I may change the title, but it is a word that resonates with me. I think I have always been plagued with a feeling of rootlessness and I always seem to be searching for some anchoring. That search is what spurred our move back to Chicago. But I've been finding myself missing Seattle often these days and daydreaming of our cute colorful cottage on Crockett Street with my wild cottage garden. I wonder how the roses fared during the heat wave they had this summer? Or whether the buds of my Camelia have started to show their shy faces?
I am finding that remaining in the present is what helps. My growing family and my art anchors me. Maybe one day we'll go back. But for now, my home is here and in the present. The constant searching for "home" must be symptomatic of something else, something I have felt since childhood in Maryland. I always wanted to wander when I was a little girl.










