No Place Like Home
This is a 6″x12″ mixed media painting on paper covered wood cradle. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted red.
This painting is available HERE.
Yesterday, I sat on the couch and watched The Secret Garden with Imogen. That is all. I didn’t work on my computer, look at my phone or make a list in my head of other things I had to do. I just sat with my daughter and watched this beautiful story unfold in front of us. It was her first time watching this movie. This story is so beautiful and so sad. I feel so emotional about Mary’s Mother, who never realized the gift she had right in front of her eyes and Colin’s Mother who was never able experience the joy of being a mother. Both children lost without their Mother’s love, the saddest thing that I can imagine.When it was over, I looked at Imogen and her eyes were damp…unlike mine, which were over flowing with tears. She told me it was ‘OK’ because she had been crying too. I pulled her close to me and I cried my heart out. It felt good to release all those tears and when I looked at her again, I realized that she was crying her heart out too. We held each other like that until the tears subsided.
Sometimes I worry about how emotional I am. It is not my eight year old’s job to hold me until I stop crying. Is this too much pressure for me to put on her? Of course, because of the size of her heart, she would always hold me. I know that. My sadness would never make her recoil in an uncomfortable fear of feeling too much. Would I be so generous? I wonder. I also wonder if she was crying because the movie made her sad/happy/melancholy? Or, and I hazard to think that this is closer to the truth, more because she felt for MY sadness. God, her heart is so pure, I love her so.
PS this painting, obviously has nothing to do with The Secret Garden, it was just a coincidence that it was what I was working on.