metaphysical happenings
| on my homepage I told you that for years I have made art that has manifested. here I will show you the paintings and try to explain exactly why I am saying this... |
| windbiters is definitely a weird one - as my mother would say...the odd thing is that when I painted it each time I tried to explain who the women were I kept saying the one on the right is me, the middle is my daughter, but I don't know who the woman on the left is. NOW I DO she is my daughter 17 years later. the teeth are the clue. poor heart! her teeth have become snaggled and diseased from the effects of medicine she is taking to prevent organ rejection...about the time I painted it, she had kidney failure and thank You, Lord! was given a second chance at life through the gift of life...thank you too, Cindy! green hat...actually a repainting! the original showed a girl with dark purple shadows under her eyes, deathly white skin and the dress was not really a dress, but a configuration of strange holes and tubular shapes - even a large pregnancy type belly...I painted over about 2000. tried to add a glowing complexion and radience. yes! her eyes are compassionate and kind (that didn't change) again you are looking at my daughter when she was a teenager. told that she got very sick for several years. when I put 2 and 2 together I recognized the place where she sported a catheter for awhile and the beautiful pregnancy that God would gift her with later...thank You, Lord! |
| hopscotch girl in 1998 I realized what I had painted 9 years earlier. this art was hanging in my huge bedroom in peoria, illinois. it's one of my husband's favorites to this day and now graces my entrance hall. huge! 5x4 ft. thereabouts with a heavy ornate frame. anyway to get to the point what I saw on that day in 1998 was the facelessness of that darling child...symbolic of the granddaughter that I haven't been able to know. a sad story. it affects my whole family - even her mother is not allowed to be with her...if you wonder why all I can say is that there is evil in this world sometimes in people you love. grandparents rights are needed! mother's rights too...and great-grandmothers, etc. how prophetic is this story? she straddles the number 7 and 8 to me it means her birth day the 8th of november! yet if the doctors would have had their way she would have been born on the 7th...my daughter begged them to let her have one more day - I had just come into town for the baby's arrival and she wanted me to cook homemade pizza...you have to know my daughter to understand... |
| a 1990 portrait of my only daughter here is another example of my putting down what I sensed...she was not this white in real life at the time of this portrait. notice my walls are flesh-colored, but she is bloodless. |
titled big sister
this portrait of
robin shows her
future daughter
walking in front of
her...just out of the
frame...again
faceless! 1990
this portrait of
robin shows her
future daughter
walking in front of
her...just out of the
frame...again
faceless! 1990
hopscotch girl painted in 1989
notice the 7 & 8 and the
absence of face
notice the 7 & 8 and the
absence of face
| sunshine & shadow...about 1989. my daugther again I didn't realize the impact of this duel personality-split down the middle image until Robin said "mom, I can't live with this anymore. it makes me feel mental! oh yeah. just diagnosed with true mental problems, she is now striving for the sunshine part of her life. |
| here we go with the first redhaired girl. a serious series that I have worked on since 1989 when this was done. without the red in her hair, but on her mother's pants this girl has evolved. ps...my new grandgirl is this child! |
| 1990 version in 1991 she was born...dear flame in a dark-haired family. my niece Alexis Ann |
a serious woo woo moment in 1993
this might not mean anything to you, but when I painted it I too didn't have a clue!
it was one of those pluck out of the air things. and very dramatic when I realized
what I was looking at-in 1993 I spent time with my daughter at herman hospital in houston, texas
for her work-up to see if she would be eligible for a kidney transplant!
perhaps my woman's mind was working on death and rebirth using sowing and reaping as a symbol?
...the act of burying and finding...the yellow bird of hope overseeing it all
anyway while I was there I saw an photo in a newspaper of the women of the conflict in bosnia...you remember?
this newwclipping showed several women digging for greens in overgrown areas amid destroyed buildings.
the shock was that except that they were clothed these women were the same women that I had painted!
each posture was identical! I have since lost that news clipping...maybe one day I will find it again.
it was one of those pluck out of the air things. and very dramatic when I realized
what I was looking at-in 1993 I spent time with my daughter at herman hospital in houston, texas
for her work-up to see if she would be eligible for a kidney transplant!
perhaps my woman's mind was working on death and rebirth using sowing and reaping as a symbol?
...the act of burying and finding...the yellow bird of hope overseeing it all
anyway while I was there I saw an photo in a newspaper of the women of the conflict in bosnia...you remember?
this newwclipping showed several women digging for greens in overgrown areas amid destroyed buildings.
the shock was that except that they were clothed these women were the same women that I had painted!
each posture was identical! I have since lost that news clipping...maybe one day I will find it again.
harbinger
$4500
30 x 40 inches
oils on canvas
$4500
30 x 40 inches
oils on canvas
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