Going through a storage locker this morning was like opening a time capsule from my 20's and 30's. I found art, books, journals, clothes and beautiful crafts I collected when doing craft fairs across the country. It was bittersweet to encounter my younger self with impossible dreams and roads not yet taken. This watercolor was done when I accompanied my husband while he was doing archaeology in Arizona, New Mexico and Colorado. I remember sky, pink mountains and rivers running through the land.
