Mixed Media Artist

The Moon To Light Your Way


This is a 8″x10″ mixed media painting on paper covered canvas. The sides are 3″ deep and are painted turquoise. This painting is $190 and is available HERE

As a mother, I often feel like the moonlight. Trying to light the way for my children in a very dark and unknown environment. How can I know the best way through the forest? Clouds consistently block my light and make it impossible for me to catch those carefully placed bread crumbs even if the birds have missed them. ‘The blind leading the blind’ comes to mind. I am sometimes as childish as my children, as doe eyed, caught in the light as frequently as in the dark. I stumble around not knowing which way is up. Not exactly comforting for any child. I have yet to figure out how to ‘act’ like I know what I am doing and I think my girls see right through me. Perhaps you can fool them for a little while but after the age of four they start to realize that you are clueless as they are. Perhaps this is why they are always asking me ‘why?’. They realize that I don’t really know why and that I am just on auto pilot, which makes that question even more exasperating. I swore that I would never say ‘because I said so that is why’ …. uh, yeah that was when I was twenty and was fifteen years away from having kids. Sorry, twenty year old self, I haven’t just said it once either and don’t you dare ask me ‘why?’ because I really don’t know why this question is so hard to answer. Maybe it would mean stopping for a minute and thinking and who has time for that?

So, the idea of being the moon and lighting the way for my children is kind of silly but the dream is that I can do this and that I can protect them and guide them. And the even bigger dream is that they might just listen. So I paint my dreams and perhaps that will help them become a reality.

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9 responses

  1. Sarah Bowie

    I don’t think they see through you, smart and savvy though they are. I think even a grunted response from you to all the Why questions will reassure them. I am guessing motherhood must be a lot of Fake It Till You Make It. (Or at least until the crisis passes.)

    They won’t really see through you until they are mothers themselves. At that point they will appreciate the hell out of you!

    Aren’t there other responses besides “Because I said so” ? How about Remind me to talk more about this on Saturday, or Why do you think, or give a silly answer. (All of which you have already tried, I am sure – sorry, who am I to give advice…1 hour of babysitting exhausts me.)

    August 11, 2010 at 7:36 pm

  2. I like these ideas but I fear the ‘ask me about this on Saturday’ could be very dangerous.
    When is Saturday? Is it Saturday yet? How many days till Saturday? Hours? Minutes?
    OR more likely:
    Why? Why on Saturday?
    You get the picture! Ha, ha…. got to love ’em!

    August 11, 2010 at 10:02 pm

  3. Well said!

    August 11, 2010 at 10:36 pm

  4. LOL

    August 12, 2010 at 12:59 am

  5. I don’t thinki will ever be able to tell you enough how much I love to witness your vulnerable and fragile soul in your words and your paintings. Over the last seven years you have become my moon too. And do much more than that. Love this new raw energy in your paintings. Vulnerable and powerful.

    August 12, 2010 at 2:31 am

  6. Shelly

    I love the afterglow of your moon shine…the light, not the drink..hehe…and the way the moonlight teases the mystery behind her makes my heart sing!

    As for all the questions, sometimes we just have to live our way into the answers.

    August 12, 2010 at 4:20 am

  7. I love you guys!

    August 12, 2010 at 4:34 am

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  9. jonnycomearly

    Love the art it all has such a sleepy quality too it. I’m reminded of klimt. And the pappaver in so many paintings leads to the sleepy quality of the work. Beautiful.

    August 16, 2010 at 5:30 pm

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