Between the By-Road and the Main Road

At the Paterson Falls (acrylic, ink, pencil, papers) Yesterday I photographed at the Paterson Falls. After all of the tumultuous storms we’v...

Edges (Nome, Alaska) The days get muddled together when I recall. 8 years is a long time in many ways especially when I think of all the liv...

Trying to Find Home (M.A. Reilly, Watercolor, Mixed media) I. On Thursday night he went home. He wasn’t feeling well. That week, li...

Dev at 3 in what was then our new home. I. I'm leaving where I have lived for the last 18 years. Dev has gone to Hoboken, fallen...

I. Tree Lines (M.A. Reilly, acrylic paint, gesso, citra-solv) "Honesty is reached through the doorway of grief and loss," ...

Night, I (M.A. Reilly, 2008) " On starless nights, one can feel like a loose array of limbs and purpose, and seem smalle...

Rob in Montana many years ago. We were on holiday. I think now that my husband was almost always laughing. I. What I mostly know, ...

Crescent (M.A. Reilly, Rockport, Maine, November, 2012) I. Earlier last week, I removed the ring that Rob had placed on my finger all...

What I Meant To Say (M.A. Reilly, 5.1.2017) Dying is such hard work, as is bearing witness and living afterwards. Before Rob's dea...

(M.A. Reilly, 2017) I. When he died, I felt lonely, not just for his physical presence in our lives but also lonely for the incomple...

Me turning to look at Rob while we were on holiday in Montana. I. Imagine a grey screen descending--separating you from everything th...

Painting w digital remix (M.A. Reilly, 2017) I.  Those haunting lines from Neil Young's song, "Old Man" have cau...

Last Valentine's Day with Rob in the Palliative Care Center I. Today,  I am thinking of you who I don't know. I see you wa...

Rob's Hand (March 2016) Jeremiah 8:21-22.  “I weep for the hurt of my people; I stand amazed, silent, and dumb with grief. Is...

The Uncertainty Principle (M.A. Reilly, Ringwood - Devon, 11/23/2010) I. For years, I worried each time Rob went out to clear s...