Artists Make Lousy Slaves

Last week my Nanna died.

On her fridge, she had a magnet that said, "Artists make lousy slaves."

Nanna was an extraordinary artist. And she would have made a terrible slave.

She left the world more beauty than it had when she found it. There was so much of her that inspired me and more that inspires me still.

I say not in grief, "she is no more,"
but live in thankfulness that she was.

And the most fitting tribute I can imagine is unwork any ties created to hold our wings.