PinkBubbles

Finding the light in what seems a dark place

First, I should say some wonderful person gifted me a premium account and while I am not back full force and may not be for a while, for many reasons, I shall blog at the very least. Not only will it be a healing process for me, but I think it would be a shame to waste the gift given to me. I thank that special person who thought so much of me to give me this wonderful gift. Thank you! You have NO IDEA how much it means to me.

While trying to figure out if the color black is the absence of color or all the colors combined I came upon this page, http://askville.amazon.com/white-absence-color-black-combination-colors/AnswerVi... All I can say is "yea, that cleared it up for me." LOL

I have started painting. It is mostly furniture...wood, weird things that talk to me. I also drew a tree in charcoal that took me about three months of sitting out in the sun. I did not think it was that good. But it was as the tree was speaking for me to draw it. If my typing is poor here, forgive me...my house is cold. My fingers slip and slide on the keyboard...but I digress. The tree is a peach tree and she has one side of her amputated. The other side bore flowers and some fruit later that year but it was like both of us knew she was at the tail end of her life cycle. She had done all she could to survive. Her amputated limbs did not distract from her beauty, it only made the parts of her that could hold strong even more beautiful. As I drew her, I bonded with her....It was a healing process. I seemed to see parts of myself in her, in each node, each leaf, each amputated limb, or wound, cut.....and at one point it was as I felt her spirit peaking to me, thanking me for immortalizing her in my drawing.

Note: my daughter went around all summer joking "my mom talks to trees and my neighbor begged for the picture which she said was magical. it was all she could speak about. It was as she saw it as I was some superb artist that caught something magical. *shrugs* I did not see it. The drawing sat on my floor for a while. I finally got up the self-esteem to frame it. I thought, "Hell, you spent months on it, who the hell cares if it is good enough?" So I did. It hung on my bedroom wall until one day I decided to give it to Dawn, my neighbor. When I went to get it off my wall that day, it was as I could suddenly see the picture through her eyes. It was the most glorious, beautiful thing! (no that is not to say it was...just that I was gifted to see it as Dawn saw it and I was right to be giving it to her). She has it hanging in her hall by her mother hand made quilt. Her mother has passed. I am honored.

I am not sure how this is the entry I have put down...but, alas, it is. lol.....it is not what was intended. It is what it is, however....

perhaps...it is some light in a dark place?