A mother's love for her child is like nothing else on this earth. It's gentle and sweet during the easy times, but tenacious and ferocious like a lion when put to the challenge of defending and saving her own. I know this having experienced it first hand. Don't mess with the mamma!
For the first time in my life, I have used my art to get through it all. It has distracted me when I needed to be distracted. It has comforted me when I needed comforting. Through this time, I have re-connected with my artist child, clinging to it like a baby clings to it's blanket. I don't intend on ever letting it go again because I realize that it is so much an important part of who I am. I am amazed at what I have learned about myself. Without this difficult trial, I might not have ever found my way back to me.
F.G. in Gouache, Gouache and Charcoal on Paper |
This was a quick painting based off a photograph that I took back when my son was 12. He was standing up on a hill in Central Park in New York City. I saved the photograph for years hoping to use it in the studio. On a particularly gloomy day, I decided to make this piece using a combination of Payne Grey in Gouache and charcoal.
The road ahead will not be easy. But if I have learned anything, I have learned that every path has a purpose...no matter how dark it might be...there is always light somewhere down it. You just gotta keep putting one foot in front of the other.