A Life in Paint
I felt this painting wanted a second blog post. When I was little, around 8 years old, I began drawing. It grabbed me. It really grabbed me, the pull to do it, it got me fired up. When we are little, things like this stand out forever. Such is my art path for me. It's all about my childhood, my history, my individual voice in the darkness, and my healing. We all go through something, something really difficult, as children or as adults. It can break the ones who are not strong enough to keep going, and can make some stand up, get mad-dog mean and press on. I was the stubborn type, I got mad-dog stubborn.
I went through a lot of crap when I was growing up, from hillbilly, small-minded attitudes and beliefs to having too much freedom (I was a 70's latch-key kid). There was one day, I was around 8 years old, I took a very bad spill onto some pavement, using my forehead to bounce off this pavement. I was never taken to any hospital. Does this crap make someone angry? Yes! But, we must move on. I wonder at times if that bash on the pavement activated my weirdness and painting thingie in me. Ha! Ha! We shall never know. ;)
These two souls in this piece, Hopes and Dreams, are mother and daughter. She loves her daughter more than anything and to this daughter, her mother is protector, friend, confidante, hero, and in a very real way, God.
A good mother, the strong one, is a Goddess. She will do ANYTHING for her child. That's what being a mother is all about. Otherwise, maybe someone really shouldn't have kids.
All a kid really wants is to feel safe and loved, yet so many so-called, parents, can't even muster this. "Sigh"...
I know this, if I hadn't been very stubborn and strong, I likely wouldn't be here.
Be the mad-dog entity in YOUR world. Don't ever let anything or anybody take your power, even if you have to get mad-dog mean.