Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Bird of Paradise


Even as a 9 year old child, when I would paint I would think that I was making something I could leave behind me when I died. Looking back, I see that as a seriously heavy thought for a child of any age. My mother encouraged and saved my first paintingsMy father considered art a waste of time. Although I enjoyed creating special handmade gifts from the heart, I learned long years ago that a gift of art was not appreciated by siblings.  My children took their artist mother for granted (as children will do) but learned as they grew that not every mother is an artist. Today they respect my talent and reserve paintings. Through my years, I always thought and still do think as I create that I am leaving something of myself behind me when I die—something as a way to be remembered.



From 2006 - 2010 I completed close to a painting a day—small paintings, mostly animal paintings sold to help animal rescue organizations. A few larger portrait commissions took longer to complete. No doubt this easel time helped me through the grief after my mother's death and promotion to Glory in December 2005, the grief that re-exposed unhealed emotions from the loss of my husband only four years prior. In 2011 I slowed down a bit as my father aged and needed more care; after a short stay in a skilled nursing facility he came to live with me in January 2012. We celebrated his 96th birthday in February. My studio time has all but ceased. 


The time outside the studio is good time for reflection. I want to paint more portraits, more personal art and will do so.



"Art is man's distinctly human way of fighting death." 

—from The Painter's Key by Robert Genn




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