Today is an odd day for me. For the past 14 years, I’ve had to deal with this day not only being the anniversary of my mother’s death, but her birthday as well.
When I want to celebrate her life & keep her memory going, that sudden sadness still tends to creep its way in. Understanding a lot of the roller coaster that is losing someone that close to you, I’ve been able to help others over the years.
For those of you that ask but rarely get an answer:
This is how I deal.
This has always been how I deal, cope, whatever you’d like to call it. Art is a therapeutic tool for me as much as it is a passion. Though, if you’ve been following here a while, you probably already know that.
I’ve got so much more to vent, but not here. We’ll save that for another Daydreams Diary.
Just know I care a lot about so many of you.
This one is for my Mom. 14 years and I still miss her like it was yesterday.
This weekend I’m adding to the new gallery with something old and a few much newer creations. The photos are from the early and mid 90s, and most of the artwork is from this year. They are proving to be great additions for the spring season and this holiday weekend around this region.
Feel free to take a browse as I continue to move new and older items from Snapping Turtle over to here at its new home at CardCastles in the clouds. 🙂
There are a few new sets of florals I’ve got set up that will be shown here throughout the upcoming spring season. Road blocks have certainly been built up in my way since the start of this year. Last week was no different. Massive power outages in my region restricted internet access for a short while. Some electricity came back on, but then our connections became unstable. The result was a short closing of the site & its services.
Maybe it was the florals I’m working on, or the power outages that got me thinking about all things nature. Though I’d like to think it is the strong women that remain ever-so-present in my life through trial & triumph—sickness and superpowers.
This one is for all of the goddesses in my life that keep manifesting otherwordly beauty despite whatever negativity tries to blanket you and smother your blinding light.
If you’ve been reading here a while then you know I lost my mother back in 2005 to a nasty combo of lupus-related complications and hospital negligence. She was my favorite person in the whole wide world and I still miss her to this very day.
One of my nieces is having a birthday party later today and I’m getting everything ready for the occasion as we speak. (I stopped here to chat with you all, of course. Since I’ve missed some of you too—terribly.) Whenever I get to doing “girly” things my mother tends to pop on my mind. Random things can remind me of her at any moment. Such is part of love and loss, I guess. So as I sat to practice my landscape designs for upcoming work, this one came out of me. It is based off of a day where my mother spontaneously grabbed my hand and started darting with me up this hill by our old apartment.
She often did wild & crazy things out of nowhere at the drop of a hat just because it “felt right” or whatever lit her fire on this day or that day. Just before she whipped me up that hill (It was a blast. I was a little kid and nothing could have been more fun than running through a field up a hill & then rolling back down.) she whispered in my ear, “Let’s go!”
Do you have a memory that just seems to stick in your head no matter what?
Have a spontaneous Sunday!
Fun fact: This is yet another artwork where I used the “ghost image” technique discussed in Sleepy Sundays: Ghost.
Mothers are very often the start or beginning of something in a family. There’s been some new additions to mine in the past few weeks. Common conversation has been how much both of these new little family members resemble other family members, one being my late mother.
I’ve been grateful for the little pieces given back somehow in this strange trip we call life. They inspired this work.