After the fire in 2016 at our home of 40 years, I found painting therapeutic.
In the first of the trilogy painted shortly after the conflagration, in Medieval imagery, the Mouths of Hell were consuming in fire all our earthly treasures — including my beloved library of art books, unfinished paintings, easels and a studio full of art supplies.
In the second painting, Courage, ladders reached to Heaven through the smoke, destruction and chaos for strength to bear the insurance negotiations and restoration predicaments.
In the third, Phoenix Rising, our house like the ancient Phoenix rose from its ashes; and its champion, the Sun, broke back through.
The weather was confused and snowed the day after sunny Easter. However, I am thinking sunflowers. I got some good artificial blooms from Michael's and look forward to painting them again in my new upstairs studio w lots of sun. I want to do more Southwestern themes for Joe to finish as he did my recent sunflowers that I love. Joe is a super in-house picture framer. He also replaced my table jigsaw at a Sears closing so I can cut out some clever shaped canvas/frames in the future. His wood workshop is in the basement along with my other art studio.I always said my jigsaw machine was the first thing I would take out in a fire, but I took out myself, wisely, instead.
Easter was a two-day celebration with surprise additions, food and activities.I will only say my "aging" grandchildren are never too old to hunt eggs and turn it into Olympic seriousness. In the drugstore, I ran into other mothers who still send off chocolate eggs to children in their 20s and 30s and fill baskets appreciated by their spouses or boyfriends as well. Good bye March and April Fool! The children did giggle at asparagus and broccoli in some of the plastic eggs.
A fun blog post. Just love your sunny upstairs studio! It'll be fun to see the sunflower paintings that emerge. You're so fortunate to have that "in house" frame-maker! He does a super job. Glad your grandchildren still enjoy Easter and hunting eggs. I have NO memory of when we stopped dyeing and hiding eggs, when my own kids were at home, but long before college and I was never one of those mothers shopping for candy eggs to send to my kids away at college. Guess I'm a bad mother....
ReplyDeleteYou make quilts for them!
ReplyDeleteTrue. To each his or her own.
DeleteYour fabulous paintings always tell a story which make them so meaningful! DJ
ReplyDeleteThanks!
ReplyDeleteLinda, it is always a treasure for me to be able to see your Blog Post out here in Claremont, CA! AND, how wonderful it is that your paintings were recovered from the fire & that you are still enjoying painting even more beautiful pictures! Much love to you, Joe, and your sons, and their partner/wife, & grandchildren! Rosemary & Butch Henderson
ReplyDeleteLoved your narrative, your paintings and new studio. The studio is so sunny and beautiful it makes me wish I could paint, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks for all.
NM