Tears... sorrow, joy, betrayal, love, grief, grace.... spilling from my heart, too small and weak to contain the immensity of my emotions.
Sappho, the “Poetress” of antiquity, born in 620 BC, must have also wept tears of more than salt water... tears made of the unspeakable poetry of how Beauty and Love shatter and restore the heart the same as Sorrow and Longing.
I stood my sketchbook on the easel and placed a brush full of water tinted with color gently on the eyes, I let the tears fall and run freely down the page.... as they freely flow upon my cheeks... this is the beauty of weeping... the language of tears.