Muth sleeps in the circle of her daughters. We alternately weep, yawn, leave to take walks in the sunshine and fresh air of the great outdoors, dredge up memories of all sorts, wield a flyswatter, knit, solve advanced math problems, complete puzzles, and dissolve into laughter.
Futh joins us, or plays chess with Kim in the lobby, or works sudoku, or nods off, or sits alone with Muth. He takes his daughters out to lunch, tells jokes with impeccable mastery, sheds tears.
I pull out my mini portable studio and fiddle with mixed media again.
Ugly for ages but therapeutic nonetheless, and I am open to trying this and that to see what might emerge with materials I don't typically use. In the end I gather up this day with my family, stitch it together, and find its complexity and radiance manifested in pastel, watercolor pencil, and ink.
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| Finding Laughter 6x8", mixed media on watercolor paper abstract 2015 $48 |
4 comments:
Hi Dotty,
I love all of your recent work, but especially this one! What a wonderful way to express all that you've been going through. Your writing just draws people in, and the art with it- well what can I say! I lost my mom years ago and I'd give anything for one more day with her. Your mom is very lucky to have all of you girls! I'm sure there are lots of treasured hugs..Keep painting and telling these stories.
Lovely :)
Laurie, thanks so much for your warm, welcome support. I am so grateful to have my art, so grateful to have my art friends. Can't tell you how much your words meant to me when I read them this morning.
Sheila, your steady presence steadies me. I am grateful.
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