Laurel

“Laurel” a study, oil on panel 8x12”.
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Some people come into your life to teach you how to let go. This isn’t one of those people.
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Laurel and I grew up on the same small island together, and, like most of our friends, we come in and out of contact over the years as distance and life comes between us. But when we do cross paths, we tend to pick up where we left it.
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I see her now on the shelf in my studio, drying, and she makes me think of my childhood homes (divorced parents, they ended up living 9 miles apart and I’d split time between each household). ...And how I couldn’t wait to leave.
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Sometimes you need to leave behind everything that made you because it’s no longer possible to stay. I realized if I didn’t just go, I’d never go. Going was the key and I don’t think it mattered where. The leaving became the problem later on, mostly when it came to knowing when it was simply safer to stay.
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The ‘leaving’ thing? It’s in me.
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✌🏻.
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“Leaving was easy. It’s everything else that is damned hard.”
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