You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.
Interestingly I don’t have much of a mess going on in the studio right now. Much is a relative word of course, because I tidied but it’s not spic and span, but what studio should be when you’re working?
Really, I just wanted to share one of my recent paintings with you. One that made me cry. A couple from my home town of Chilliwack had their sweet baby girl die of cancer this week, I read about it when a friend posted this article on her FB feed. Being that I have had a child die my heart just broke, I get what it’s like to be in their shoes, even if our situations are so very different. I didn’t realize how much reading that story impacted me until I went to paint.
I pulled out my background and started working on a piece for Scott, a FB friend I am doing a painting swap with. And this is what I painted:
No, I’m not sending him this. I ended up painting him something else the next day, but this is what I painted. And then I cried. Because 9 years later it still hurts. Even with my precious little ones I wouldn’t trade for the world, I’m still missing one. Of course, it’s because of her I adore my two living children as much as I do, smother them with loves and appreciate them the way I do, and for that I am thankful. She has made me a rockin’ mom. But I still miss her.
Looking back I see that almost every single one of my paintings has a story or feeling that I needed to let out and express and art is such a brilliant outlet which I am so thankful I have.