I'm not brave. I'm not. I'm not rolling with the punches, I'm just getting punched. As I said, I've walked through the fire and I'm all burned up. I'm skinny, starving for a moment of real rest, of relief. ...continue reading "The Brave Face"
If ever I needed to hear a mother's wise voice it's now. For many women, we don't have the option of calling mom to ask midlife questions. We end up spinning out here, losing our minds, not understanding that there's a logical explanation for what's going on.
I have laughed at older women and thought they were making too much of hot flashes and such but here I sit at the beginning of what can only be described at hell and I am not laughing. Who knew that perimenopause and menopause would make me feel crazy? ...continue reading "A Mother’s Knowledge – The Menopause Talk"
Let her keep looking toward the light that shines before her. She will be imparted power by virtue of Him.
Art Title: "By Virtue of Him"
Art by: Faith Magdalene Austin
Size: 6.5 x 4.5
Media: Acrylic on cardstock
The small painting shows a young woman with her back to the dark and her body affected by it. She is still dressed in white, still looking upward for direction and hope. A light of white shines on her. Her hands come right through the color and darkness, leaving them open to hope.
In the partial finger painting you'll see layers of color and rich texture. Cranberry, midnight blue, vivid green, royal purple, gold and black make up the painting called "By Virtue of Him." The art is based on the Scripture at Philippians 4:13. It is my first overtly religious titled and purposed art on Sundrip.
Awhile ago I mentioned that there will be more art pieces along the lines of The Resilience Tree, which is currently in the Features Art Gallery. I mentioned there will be more mind scape pieces such as Snap Shot. Well, we can also look forward to Christian and spiritual based art in the near future. It's safe to say Sundrip has art for just about everyone. 🙂
Thanks for visiting me today,
The series illustrates the role I was cast to play while growing up. A Jester or clown puts on a false face, parades around and makes a "fool" of himself to get a laugh. He distracts people from the real world around them and for just a tiny bit they forget. I hate clowns for that very reason and yet I feel compelled to paint them.
Every line spoken were words not my own. They haunted me and concealed my real voice and my real face from the real world. The story of my life today is a simple one. I only play the role that is me.
Today I sold the painting "Wait for Me - Let there always be hope". When the individual saw her painting she was moved because she's going through a lot right now. This is the moment artists love, we eat it up.
As artists we put our very lives on canvas and hang it out for all to see. We love the oohh and ahhhh responses but when someone is moved right to the heart, it fuels us, validates us and propels our creative direction.
I so, so love the expression I saw on her face when I handed her the painting. I won't forget that for awhile. I feel like I was able to give someone something of value, a tiny bit of understanding and a little more rope to hold on to. It feels good.
"Wait for Me - Let there always be hope" found a wall of its own.
Art Title: Always Hope
Art by: Faith Magdalene Austin
Medium: Colored pencil and watercolor
Size: 5.5 x 8.5 inches
Finish: signed, unsealed, unmounted
Style: Abstract Expressionism, Modern
This piece has sold which means it is now only available in prints from Redbubble which is linked to on my sidebar. To see available art that can be purchased through PayPal or Etsy, please see the Available Art Gallery and Available, Too.
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4:08 pm EST
Notes: I feel like a live wire. I don't know how to throw the breaker switch. In session we went over quite a bit of art. He noted a clear distinction between my art, Jordan's art and Emery's art. We talked about feeling angry and how we don't want others to feel afraid. We know what it feels like to be on the other end of fear and we don't want to be so emotional that we scare or intimidate people. We talked about how I wish they'd kept me inside and refused to let me out like how it was a long time ago. They never let me talk to people. I shouldn't talk to people. My main role is to take the physical pain because Jordan and Emery can't, they can't take it, which leaves me. I'm bad. I'm broken and I never should have been allowed out. I mess stuff up. I told Dr. D that I should just handle the pain but I shouldn't talk to people. When the phone rings let Jordan do it. Let her do the social stuff, the volunteer stuff. Let Emery do certain things. I'll manage the body, that way I won't mess stuff up because of being mad.
5:24 pm EST
Dr. D pointed to the sketch by Emery of a woman with a cracked tea cup on her back that holds a sunflower. He asked why its cracked. Its cracked because it feels as if we aren't recuperating fast enough; our usual means of self help don't feel as effective. It might be that we've been doing this dental stuff for so long that we're depleted faster than we can recharge. We have to find ways, seek them out, in order to recharge.
We talked about the other painting in that entry with the woman inside the cup with a large sunflower. At the bottom of the drawing it says, "There is enough room to grow." Dr. D thought I meant just the opposite because of how squeezed in she is but no, she's squeezed in on all sides, pressed from all directions, but she has enough of what she needs to keep going. She's not ready to stop. We're frightened and emotionally frayed, but we're not ready to stop.
In spotting the differences in the personality type and art type of Jordan and Emery, Dr. D honed in on Emery's short and to the point artistic style. Her expressions jump off the page. She does not clutter the background.
I've done a lot of maze art in the last few days. I figured out what media I want to use for one. It won't be easy, but I want to do one of them in wax color, like the other encaustics but very detailed. I'm looking at some viable options on Amazon for an encaustic
A recent tangled / maze drawing called "The Main Event"
Well, that was heavy. I felt relieved after writing that story. Reading over it I'm able to see how close I stuck to reality. I'll put this to bed after I process why I said there's a reflection of me in each character in the story Tea for Christopher.
Content: Physical abuse of a young child. Processing the previous entry. No sexual abuse mentioned or discussed.
I'm primarily Christopher in the story who tries to manage the unmanageable. I had Christopher leave home just the way I did, an unplanned exit on a night of routine abuse. I couldn't do it another night, not another second. I left Feb 2, 1992 at 10:30 pm and I never went back home. I went to a hotel that evening then got up to go to work. I never went back home.
Just like with Christopher, I did watch my little brother beaten with a dowel rod. Just like in the story, he was held down with one hand by my mother and beaten with a dowel rod until he was no longer even screaming. I walked away and left him with that monster. A few days later he was removed from our home by Child Protective Services. I felt so broken by that loss.
It is safe to say, the story Tea for Christopher was triggered by what happened the other night outside my window.
Ruby, the mother
It's interesting that the mother wasn't given a name until about the middle of the story. I realized I kept calling her 'his mother'. I didn't think too hard about a name for her but I immediately rejected Diamond. Now, the name Ruby seems appropriate only because of the color.
Why am I the mother in the story? I see how much my life revolved around creating situations that would appease my abuser while ignoring myself and my needs. An abused child is always at the beck and call of the abuser, there is no time for anything else.
I never told her, but I apologized in my heart for being a bad daughter. Though my mother left us repeatedly (a few days tops) there was a constant threat of being sent to the orphanage where my grandfather grew up. She was neglectful in criminal ways. Abandonment issues are still a huge problem for me. ...continue reading "Thoughts on Tea for Christopher"
I HATED those other themes. They weren't me at all. I couldn't stand it, but Twenty Twelve is back. Lets hope things go better this time. I so missed you Twenty Twelve. I don't like change that much. This theme fits my needs. I like it and don't want to give it up.
You may still have to come to my site to leave comments because the comment option may not appear on the WP feed. Just know you are always welcome to the webpage.
Now I can stop obsessing over this site. The comments on the WP feed may not get fixed. I have no idea how to do it and my web mistress isn't available right now. Shoot. I was starting to wonder if it's even worth going all out to get a nice theme and arrange it. If people basically read from WP then they can't see updates to pages or that there's new information on the sidebar. I'll still update it though.
She: Where's your daughter?
She, too: She's right here.
She: No, I meant the pretty one.
My Etsy shop has been updated with the watercolor and ink two page spread called "Mind Maze".