Mixed Media Artist

Summer Beauty

This is a 24″x 22″ mixed media painting on wood. SOLD

This painting is more about how Imogen feels standing at the edge of sleep and less about all the things I do for her or give her to help her battle those fears.
In my previous paintings of her, I have loaded her down with protective garb, companions and good luck charms but in this one, she is vulnerable and alone in her cotton nightie and stark surroundings. There is no one there to hold her hand, keep her warm or protected.
Imogen feels so alone when she sleeps. I wish I could accompany her in her slumber but I guess the closest I can come to do that is to just by holding her next to me when she comes to sleep in our bed in the middle of the night. Maybe when I let her crawl into our bed, I am in her dreams. Her ‘warrior’ mommy, her ‘hold the lantern’ mommy, her ‘I am always here mommy and her ‘I will never turn you away’ mommy.
That fear is one less for her to feel, just by sliding over in bed and welcoming her tiny little body into a spot next to mine. In fact, ever since I started doing just that, she seems to be needing it less and less.

2 responses

  1. This one especially gets to me. My mother died when I was 12 and I have forgotten so much about her, but I do have memories of her comforting me at night. I have still never quite figured out how to self comfort… In the Texas summer I wore sleeveless cotton nightgowns, similar to what’s pictured here. Mother did also but when she came into my room she usually wore a thin cotton robe. I can remember the textures and there is a sense of connection in that.

    Thank you for another beautiful piece, both the visual art and the writing.

    July 12, 2010 at 11:29 am

    • Sarah, thanks so much for this comment. I made me so sad for your loss and at the same time, snapped everything into perspective for me. To be able to be there for my girls is the only thing that matters. I am so glad that you have been able to keep this memory of your mother. The way you describe her coming into you at night … the memory of the texture of her nightgown … was so beautiful. Thank you. These are the memories that I want to give my children. The memories of a good mother.

      July 12, 2010 at 4:33 pm

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