I Saw Sunday Week #16
For I Saw Sunday: Week 16
This is a painting my mother did in 1985. She began painting after her 60th birthday. She had always been a home-person, preferring family and housework. We didn’t know she could draw, she kept it a secret. But she had a bout with cancer just before she turned sixty, and after recovering, she went on her own, to find herself a teacher who simply encouraged her to find her own way into and across a canvas. Before she turned 75, she was invited to hang her paintings for two different one woman showings.
This painting takes pride of place in my living room since my mother’s death. The picture you see was taken with my brand new camera. My mother is a constant reminder of rebirth, new life, at any age. She was a quietly profound role model for me. I knew, simply by watching her, that it is never too late to begin to nurture and feed ones dreams, and to see them to fruition. Since losing her last year, I have experienced a rebirth in my poetry and writing. I have found my own canvas and have learned to dance in and on it. I begin this new year grateful to her quiet and persistent example. I know myself to be a part of her legacy. I am 64 and seeing my dreams come to fruition. Her name is Helen. It means “bright illumination.” She was all of that and more.
Thanks for stopping by and I wish you all a dream nurturing new year.