In February, I almost buried another child. Fiona got influenza, she rode in ambulance to hospital. She was admitted and stayed a week. Afterwards she was moved to Mary Free Bed for three more weeks. While there she relearned to walk and use her arms. This was paralyzing for me creatively. I either stayed at the hospital or sat in my studio. Finally, I started to paint. For the longest time, I painted patterns. I could not focus on much else. Here are a few of the pattern paintings I created.
