Monday, March 1, 2010
Margaret told of how, following the suicide death of one of her sons, she had spent a good deal of time fighting depression. She'd taken a long walk in the woods one late-winter day, and the woods had been damp and the trees had not yet emerged out of winter hybernation, and as she was coming out of the woods she encountered a single flower pushing up out of the humus of a dead and decaying tree. That single flower, she said, was a revelation. Margaret paints a lot of flowers.