Then we each went off to college and somehow we lost touch as friends sometimes do.
32 years later, through a series of amazing events and to both of our amazement's, we found each other in St. Paul de Vence, Provence, France! I was teaching watercolors and oils to artists from the United States and Britain and she had been living there for many years. We chose a quaint café to meet. Once again our friendship bloomed. Thirty-two years is a long time and we have had lots to catch up on.
And so the bond continues. Somewhere in our lives there really is a thread of continuity that weaves us all together. I am just thrilled to have her in my life again and see this thread come full circle.
This painting, Little Bugs, is a reminder of just such friendships!