Keep your faith in all beautiful things; in the sun when it is hidden, in the Spring when it is gone. ~Roy R. Gilson
It’s been a challenging couple of weeks for me. Mostly due to the fact that the cold and flu season has ripped through my house like a tornado. My daughter got pink eye and then my son got it. My son got a cough and then my daughter got it. And then my son got the flu and now I’ve got it. Doctor visits and medication and eye drops and runny noses. It’s been truly exhausting.
On the bright side, being stuck in the house for a few weeks has afforded me quite a bit of time for painting and contemplating. I’ve finished four brand new pieces. The thing I love the most about art is how it is always evolving. I’ve been inspired to go a little more monochromatic with these last few pieces and I’ve enjoyed that process. I can’t seem to keep my Etsy shop stocked which is such a great problem to have and I’m so grateful to all of you for your support. I’m getting pieces varnished and prepped for shipping off to their new homes.
And for the first time ever, I’ve been writing my own poetry to go into my paintings. I’ve always used other people’s poetry in my work and I don’t know how many times someone has suggested that I write my own. I’ve never written poetry before so I just didn’t think I was capable of it. But then one day, I sat down and the words just came. All these new pieces contain poems that I’ve written.
One of the things I’ve written was inspired by my Mother. She died in 1999 but I feel her presence daily. I will always have a gaping void in my heart where she once was. Since she’s been so much on my mind, my latest work is inspired by her and I wanted to paint something I thought she would truly love. The painting is called “Madre”. The words in this painting are for her too. I’ll share them with you here.
Madre de Dios
You reared me in old-world
Your love harnessing and soothing
Steering my ship into light
Away from temptation
Delivering from evil
You watch me still
A witness in my temple
Bathing me with hymns
Praying over my life
With merciful tears.
This time of work and creation for me has been like Spring itself. A renewal. Out of challenges come new beginnings, just like the flowers come up out of the dead patches of leaves. New work, new life, a fresh season.