30+ years of paintings, talked about one painting at a time: what went into the paintings, what I was trying to say, what was happening at the time of my life that I made the paintings. The paintings themselves are narrative, and this adds a little more to the story that they tell.
Sunday, May 10, 2015
SS. Kindness 1998
When my daughter Teal was born, we found that we were in for the ride of our lives. Emotion, power, and determination were all trapped in the body of a small female child who could out scream anything, and who could tantrum for hours on end if opposed in any way. We often felt helpless beside her forceful strength. It was like having a tornado or a hurricane in our lives on a daily basis. She grew, we grew. She changed, we changed. What saved us was kindness. It was learning to have compassion for this small force of nature who couldn't help herself. It was learning to love and appreciate not just the cute, sweet baby, but the small human being with the huge amounts of energy and will power.
Today she is driving from Kansas City to New Mexico to stay with us for a few days before heading on to a summer internship in Colorado. She would have come yesterday, but weather maps showed the possibility of tornadoes and severe thunderstorms most of the way through Kansas, directly in her line of travel. I think she would have been fine--one force of nature to another--meeting the twisters and driving rains head-on, but, this way, her arrival ends up being on Mother's Day, and that's perfect for me.
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How sweet the gift. Hope you each find joy in the encounter.
ReplyDeleteWonderful Holly!
ReplyDeleteIt's impossible not to read your beautiful words and feel the unconditional love.
Which after all is love at it's best?