This life, like this painting is a work in progress. I’ve redefined myself so many times, that I’ve had to write down the bits and pieces like chapters in a book, because none of it fits neatly into the pages of a diary.
I’m still going, still contributing and hopefully still making you smile. So this happened, one of my life stories has been included in a collection that’s being published and printed as I type this blog. More to come later…
One of my earlier, larger pieces. I was trying to stay busy, as my daughter Deanna, who was on the next level kind of journey would soon leave the nest. A Cumme Laude double major, she had barely taken off her Northeastern University cap and gown, before she moved to Los Angeles.
Fast forward, four years later and she’s promoted to Patient Advocacy Content Manager! Deanna is passionate about human rights, and is as comfortable with a bullhorn as she is with a microphone, she organized marches on both the east and west coasts.
That’s who’s behind those peepers💯. Authentic. So proud 💕
It’s Friday and for me, Spring is in the air. Yup, I’m feeling light and airy.
So while I was looking at the walls, I started thinking… What if I do some more art to hang upside down from the ceiling? Because from my perspective, as an intuitive artist, I think the ceilings could use a little artwork too.
What if we painted and drew pictures for every wall?
What if we put art on our walls in a fierce display of vibrant colors? What if we became sensitive to the qualities of color, textures and experiences. Seeing how a broad field of color builds up & creates a contrast of life, peace, love and harmony. People too. What if… 💕 #BeMyValentine #HappyValentinesDay
When I was growing up, I would be mesmerized by kids who could Double Dutch Jump rope. I myself, never learnt how to jump.
I think it might’ve been because I couldn’t jump high enough, or maybe it was because I couldn’t move my legs fast enough, over the passing ropes. But whatever it was that prevented me from learning how, it surely wasn’t because of a global pandemic.
I was just thinking, what are today’s children going to grow up and not have learnt? What part of their journey will be delayed or missed out on?
I wonder, do they miss watching kids jumping Double Dutch jump rope? I do. So, I’m adding this thought to my growing list of things we lost because of the Wrath of ‘Rona.
My walls aren’t meant to just hold up the ceiling or separate the rooms. While those are of course, excellent reasons for a wall’s existence, what if the other reason for a wall, besides hanging a photograph and the occasional clock is to add joy & color?
When I look at my walls, I see spaces to add another painting. If my walls could talk… I hope they’re bragging about how I dress them up, with original art, my paintings.
These queens of the community, the survivors and strivers who share stories and inspire one another. Who stretch a dollar out of fifteen cents, and provide food and a roof over their abandoned children’s heads.
These women will raise children to dream of great heights. They will believe that they can become SOMEBODY. And they’ll not benefit from role models or many gifts from philanthropists.
These women will raise boys to become men in a patriarchal society that celebrates Mothers, one day out the year. And these women will raise girls to become women in a patriarchal society that struggles to encourage women to be something other than Mothersome.