Christina Wood Artist

05/27/2026

Piece Name: Twilight
Collection Name: Her Evolution
Medium: Acrylic, enamel and ink
Size: 12" x 12"
Price: $95

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05/27/2026

Another new piece up for grabs.

"Twilight"

The last few sprays of colour are seen from the day finally coming to rest. A calming, slowly settles in, giving you a moment to breathe once again. The dragonfly finds its perch to rest for the night. It's lifespan has almost run out yet it still rests preparing to take on the next day with full force.

Em always knew when her body needed the rest. Many nights she'd go to bed early or need a nap. And she could sleep pretty much anywhere. I mean these are only a snippet of the pics I have.

When she was sweet and tiny she would request naptime. If you woke her to see if she was ready to get up she'd reply "no thank you" lol. Now teenager years.... holy f**k@!??_%$ #=
"I'm fu***ng tired!!!" Or when you'd wake her you'd get growls. She learned when she needed the rest when she was sick too.

As much as we didn't want to miss a moment we desperately needed a break. We took them when we could and at times worked in sleep shifts. But we never truly rested. Our dreams were haunted by the nightmare we were living. Never knowing when our last day would be played on my mind so many times.

I'm not sure if I mentioned Em wanted to embrace some of her indigenous culture in her final months. She found comfort in smudging regularly. She released all negativity from her mind, body and soul and opened it to allow "Just Fun" moments to be enjoyed. During radiation Em passed the cardinal "papa John", the frog "gran" and the dragonfly "aunt Roberta". Her family of spirits animals. The hospital had these cutouts all down the hall. I honestly can't remember if I already shared this bit of information. It really fu***ng sucks when your brain does not function like it use to. But how could I not be a bit fu**ed up after weathering this storm, right?

Anyway back to the damn story. Em wanted to be smudged one night in the summer when we were at home. Brad and I went out with her and while he's smudging her she says "aunt Roberta is here".... ummmm what???? She told me to look down and there between her feet was a dragonfly. It rose up and hovered over her while Brad smudged. These signs brought moments of comfort for her even though they may be insignificant to anyone else. I guess this goes back to her finding joy in the little things.

Feel the sunset on your face. You've made it through another day. It's time to rest.... no more, no less. Tomorrow is a whole new day!😴

05/25/2026

Piece Name: Spring Bloom
Collection Name: Her Evolution
Medium: Acrylic, enamel and ink
Size: 12" x 24"
Price: $185

Shipping available and will be buyer's expense.

05/25/2026

So I'm changing things up a little. I'm jumping ahead to some original pieces available for purchase. Check out my album for details on each piece.

This is "Spring Bloom"

The earth comes alive with colour around the rabbit. It escapes the long winter and embraces the beauty growing around it each day. It's a gentle reminder that beauty can be found again if you show patience. We crave the spring sunshine and soak it in.

Being diagnosed with cancer in the dead of winter is brutal for a teenager. Risks of colds and germs made times unbearable. The isolation proved to be difficult but we made the most of it with visits to the bowling alley, movies, billiards, arcades and mini golf.

Em and Clay share a birthday and that year was the first year they didn't wake up together for their birthday as she was having radiation in London. Life became altered from our norm. We had to learn to adapt and to hold on to the thoughts of spring approaching.

Spring brought us joy once again as cold and flu season slipped away. Ball season was upon us and Em found joy in her heart once again being with her teammates. She taught us to appreciate the little things when you're enduring hardships. She never complained.... she rolled with the flow and even after she could no longer play ball she gladly cheered from the sidelines.

When you feel life has thrown you too much remember our sweet Em wise beyond her years. She was handed a fu***ng death sentence and it was suggested a few times for her to give up. She never did.... life handed her s**t and she said "f**k that" I'm enjoying every minute I have.

Life is too precious to waste all our energy on the negativity. Smell the fu***ng flowers, eat the damn cake and push yourself to be better than you were yesterday. Make someone laugh today in honour of Em. I'll honour her life until the day I die! 🌻🍰

05/21/2026

05/20/2026

I thought "Momma" was going to be the last of the "Through the Eyes of Doolittle" collection but I felt the need to create just a few more before closing this one off. Instead I created a much smaller collection named "She Whispers in the Wind.

This is "Transformation" and Brad insisted I needed to keep this one too.

The fox is known to be keen and observant. I became hyper observant of both Em and Brad during this time. If I haven't shared already, Brad was diagnosed with stage 3 germ cell cancer a few weeks before we lost Em. He started chemotherapy just days after her celebration of life. I held on to those closest to me as the fox does carrying the little critters on its back.

Em had a lot of transformation over those 10 months. Her appearance changed, her agility declined and she had to let go of her dreams while we focused on each day and making the best of it.
I sat by trying to hold everything together. I watched every single move being able to pick up on every little sign that something wasn't right.
I was able to pick up the same thing with Bradley.
For those are unaware, Bradley became very sick two months after we lost Em.

Our scariest day for Brad had me running for the thermometer and of course a fever has spiked. He had a fever.... a fever in a cancer patient is an oncological emergency.

I ran in to our local hospital and I was right he was going to need to be admitted. They wanted to send him over an hour away to a different hospital because of our hospital group and the rules within it. I pleaded to be sent to the hospital where his teams were. He couldn't send us there but agreed and I promised no stops straight there.

Let's just say I had not forgotten my roar and Owen Sound got to see it firsthand.

The shift nurse was an absolute bitch! She made it like we wasted her time and that we should never have brought him there to begin with. She insisted we should have went to the much smaller hospital. I explained his teams were there and that he was needing to be isolated. She insisted she was going to sit him in a wheelchair for 8 hours in the waiting room.
I pleaded with her, telling her that him sitting there could kill him. We knew about fever card protocol with Em, and she never sat in a waiting room because any slight cold or virus could have just absolutely obliterated her. The fact that this nurse was putting my husband's life at risk in a waiting room for 8 hours and didn't even bat an eye, infuriated me. She had no compassion or remorse. I told her she could pick up her fu***ng wheelchair in the parking lot and I drove the fastest I have ever drove to get him to Kincardine hospital quickly and safely.

Kincardine was absolutely baffled by the care that we received. They had no room for him either, but they made a spot in a meeting room and set us up for the night until a bed became available. They doted on us. They made sure that we had absolutely everything that we needed and the care was absolutely incredible. I begged the doctor to please save my husband. We couldn't handle another loss after just losing our daughter 2 months prior. She informed me that he was very sick, and that she was going to do everything in her power to save him. He ended up needing a blood transfusion while we were there. He had gotten sepsis and I had no idea how close we were to losing him. Sepsis is what Em had those last few days.

Brad made it home in time for Christmas. I cared for him through treatments, sepsis, blackouts and seizures. I gave him iv antibiotics every four hours for what seemed like an eternity. But then he started to improve. He grew stronger again. And he returned to work.

My purpose changed again. I started trying to figure out who I am after surviving those darkest days. I lost a giant spot in my heart and I struggled finding what I was to do now. Now was the time for me to start my transformation. I will always be Em's Momma but I no longer was her care giver. Brad no longer needed my assistance either.

This was the time I broke. My body and mind gave out as it allowed me time to rest. The exhaustion was at it's peek and I feared what was to come next. My boys have supported me and helped me through my roughest times ever. Multiple medications being changed were a challenge but they showed me compassion and reassurance the whole time.
I'm starting my own transformation now. I'm no longer a care giver to others.... they take care of me. I'm throwing myself into my art which I never could have imagined. I'm proud of my art but it's not just mine. The northern lights show the night she passed was her artwork on display. I truly believe she's painting with me, transforming me into an artist I never was before. My love for her continues in each new piece. I've found a place for some of that love to go. I've focused on my health, shedding many pounds that I've carried for far too long. I dyed my hair red from blonde. My physical transformation is well underway. My mental health is still struggling. I'm giving myself some grace as I wasn't able to focus on myself for such a long time. And I have a great team of professionals helping me along the way.
Taking time for yourself isn't a sign of weakness. I have to remind myself of that. I'm still tired from it all. My transformation is still happening in my artwork. I dive deeper with each piece.
Find happiness in the smaller things and don't take it for granted. I've only felt happiness for 10 minutes in almost 2 1/2 years. Scary right??
If you can, choose happiness in moments and forget about minor trials and tribulations that come your way. Maybe keep in mind my incapacity of feeling happiness right now. Am I worried? No.... I focus on art and remember my transformation is still figuring itself out. And I know I will feel happiness once again. 🥰

05/16/2026

"Momma"

The momma turtle gathers her army pulling her from the darkness below. Her shell carries so many symbols exhausting her day after day, but she keeps pushing through. The strength of her community made it possible to breathe. They stayed close, ready to catch her if she strayed off course. Her focus remained at the most utter task at hand while they picked up the pieces she couldn't add to her shell.

This piece is mine. My body and mind are still trying to cope with the weight of it all. My army brought me to tears so many times over the past two years. The repairs to the quackhouse, the ramp built for the porch, meals cooked or even delivered and the phone calls, We wouldn't have gotten to this stage of surviving if it wouldn't have been for some really incredible friends and family. I'm grateful to every single one of them and the ones helping me through this next stage.

I had to disassociate from my grief when we heard Em had a tumour. If she cried it caused severe pain in her head from the pressure. I shut off my emotions so I wouldn't cause her pain. I taught her how to cry without sobbing so it wouldn't hurt until the pain meds came in. At night I still didn't release much as I was preparing and researching my questions for the team the next morning.

It started to show.... simple tasks became incomprehensible but I knew what 14 meds she was on, the dosage and what steps I needed the doctors to do. Ever see bloodshot eyelids??? I hadn't until Bradley said my exhaustion was showing. I couldn't rest. I knew her so well that I knew she needed a hospital trip for this headache. I knew when she was about to go into an emergence state.

I'm not proud of this, in me being a bitch or anything like that, but no one dared to f**k with me when it came to my girl. There were a few that I cursed out and for those who have known me the longest know that was not how I reacted to things.

I had to dictate boundaries for her sake. We couldn't risk a cold and over stimulation would bring on severe pain. She never wanted to disappoint anyone even if it physically hurt her. Momma stepped in. I made a rule of no overlapping of visits so she didn't have to. I told her to throw me under the bus whenever she needed to. We also had a code for when she was done with visitors. If she asked about snow where you were then know she held out as long as she could for your visits.

I'm limiting myself too lately. Crazy medication changes have led to a rough patch. Slowly this momma turtle will lighten her load on her shell. I'm just finally getting to feel it all for the first time now. Brad has a hard time with my blogs as he says he already lived it once and he can't again. I lived it but never truly got to take a moment for myself to finally feel it.

Watch out for new art coming as soon as I catch up on a couple more blogs. If I don't blog, know I'm creating and I'll share some cool merchandise I've got in the meantime.

For now, know there's no medal for burnout. I listened to my baby sister and let my army pick up the slack. 🥰

05/11/2026

"Her Spirit"

The sun slowly fades in the distance while warm colours fill the sky. An owl hovers above keeping a watchful eye over a heart broken into pieces. A woman's image appears before the rider and horse as a reminder that she's always with you.

Their souls have connected at such an early age creating a bond to last a lifetime. Many couldn't withstand that year as they slowly faded into the distance. They chose to flee from our heart ache and for some, that decision was life altering.

Em had a very mature look into life during that time. She released people who no longer brought her joy. There was no confrontation or drama. She taught me to protect my peace and to focus on those who weathered the storm with us.

This is Abby's piece. From the time they were four they were inseparable. The list of adventures together will be cherished forever. Abby stood by Em's side the whole time. She was one of the few that Em would allow to see her in her roughest days.

I honestly don't even know if they remembered life without each other being friends for so long. No one would have imagined those adventures would come to an end so soon. From "Just Dance" challenges in the basement, seeing Pink in concert, festivals and endless sleep overs. Their bond intensified over covid as they realized a simple hug from one another could make the day much more bearable. There may have been some secret hugs when no one could see they were breaking the 6 feet apart rule. They needed each other. Mel and I decided their mental health was more important and we kept them together during the second lock down. It was wrong to keep them apart.

Abby and Em schemed for matching tattoos that last summer. Em loved pulling the tumour card to her advantage. Mel and I jumped on board and four matching tattoos were created. I am Tigger, bouncing through life from one place to another, Em is Eeyore.... despite the emotions she felt inside she wanted to be with her closest friends, Mel is Piglet, always worrying about what's coming next and Abby is Pooh bear. Em always kept her "Pooh bears" close to her.

They may have been best friends all those years but this moment in life made that all change. Brad and I were getting Em ready for bed one night and talk of Abby came up. Brad commented on how he didn't think "bestie" fit Abby anymore. Em agreed.... "no, she's my sister". Abby went from bitch 2.0 to sister bitch which she has proudly tattooed.

There were so many adventures over the years.... hopefully enough to last a lifetime. Abigail, you had to grow up very quickly too. I love you so much for standing by our girl when she needed you the most. You may have been a child still but many adults were unable to do what you did. You put your own needs aside for your "sister ".
Keep having those adventures and making memories. You never know when it's all you have left to hold on to. And when someone takes your hand to walk with you in your darkest moments, feel that love deep in your soul. A love like that doesn't ever end. 💞🫂