Not sure what to make of this one. I started out with a photo of a friend's daughter, set it aside a few months ago and then picked it up today. I think I'll interpret the text as related to the idea that perhaps, within my friend's troubled-if not anguished- relationship with her daughter's father, she could find some peace in in the glorious life of their child. The painting morphed into a (romanticized big-eyed) dead ringer for me at about 7 years old. My sister Amanda's birthday was yesterday, maybe this painting is also an homage to us. Whaddaya think sista?
Here is yet more press for the Morris Gallery of Contemporary Art opening. I had such a wonderful time meeting the vibrant people of Marshall Missouri and hanging out with fellow NYAA grad, art teacher Charity-Mika Woodard. (not to mention sporting costume and bag of my own design!)
With all due respect to the storm and with deep sympathy for those suffering because of it: we are having a very nice hurricane here in our house. Michael is working on "learning to play blues guitar" while assisting Captain Spectacular with the creation of the Greek and Trojan armies from Legos. All the storm preparation has left the house tidy, the laundry done, odd jobs attended to and no cooking expected. I do hope the gods will continue to so favor us.