Thought I'd drop by for some reason I started thinking about your blog yesterday..but anyways I'm sorry for your loss :/
Thank you very much. It was a trying time then, and it’s a trying time now still.
My mother passed away Tuesday evening. She was 82 and was diagnosed in May with a brain tumor on her left parietal lobe.
What can a son say about his mother?
My mom was my best friend. As adults, we would deconstruct any problems we had, together, and most times come to a solution. But even when we could not, there was solace and magic in the talking.
My mom was pragmatic in her reasoning and continually grounded me when I went astray.
I in turn was able to get her to see some issues from another persons view. Not aways in her comfort zone, but she always appreciated the conversation. As did I.
My mom did not have a degree in Art. She had a Masters Degree in Education actually. But everything I know about Art now, started with her.
As a child I learned from her to think out the box and that objects could be perceived in different ways, and as different things.
Latter on, we would compare notes on projects and new art mediums we were trying on for size. Some ideas were big hits, and some were hilarious disasters.
My mom was the first artist I knew, and the first Master Crafter I had the honer to apprentice with ALL my life.
She will be so missed by myself, my brothers, the family, and every student she ever interacted with. There is a void some say time will fill, but I honestly can not see how.
My version of “Little Red riding Hood”.
This is how I think these situations should go. None of that “tomorrows another day/hang in there/it’s a permeant solution to a temporary problem/go find someone to talk to/BE HAPPY” bullshit.
If she’d have me, I’d marry her. If I was a woman, I’d look like her.
The first “Alice and Cheshire Cat” sculpts I did. This one sold pretty fast.