This is one of my favorite pictures of my mom . . .
as . . . Artist!!
I have such vivid memories of my mom in her "Art Basement"
with an easel here, and a pottery wheel there,
a kiln in the furnace room . . .
and cabinets, and cabinets stocked full of supplies.
It was like a playground to her . . . she loved being there . . .
and I loved watching her!!
She was always doing something with art . . . always!!
painting. . . sculpting . . . paper-making . . .
and woodblock printing were some of her favorites.
I remember her working with her paint brushes
and the smell of the paints . . .
the papermaking screens and the feel of the pulp . . .
the turning of the pottery wheel - watching the blob of clay turn
into something truly wonderful!
And my favorite thing of all . . .
was watching her carve into a simple piece of wood
with the same exact tools my grandmother had used years earlier.
I loved watching her . . . I loved being there . . .
I remember wanting to be just like her!!
(I unfortunately didn't get the same "art" gene - as I was adopted)
And - no matter how many art classes I took or how much I tried . . .
it just didn't come as easy for me as it did for my mom.
I luckily knew the difference, choose a different path,
and am very happy and grateful for that!! :)
I do still love art as a hobby though . . .
but - when you meet someone
who has been given a true gift of an artful life . . .
you instantly know it . . .
and it is amazing to watch them . . .
"do their thing"!!
Somewhere . . . I have my mothers and my grandmothers
original woodblocks as well as all the old tools . . .
It is funny - as I have been thinking about them a lot lately . . .
I think that today . . .
I will get them out . . . look at them . . . touch them . . .
and maybe . . . just maybe - be a bit more inspired :)
Hope you are all having a wonderful weekend!!
xoxo - liz
6 comments:
Liz, I loved this post. Your mom looks so absorbed in her work! I remember wearing those awful rollers, too. I hope you held those treasures and feel inspired..
Annette
Oh, Miss Liz... you need to create a frame or shadowbox for those tools so you can hang them out where you can see & appreciate them all the time!
Deb @ Retreat
How amazing that you not only have this picture, but all the tools as well! What a treasure!
I see my mom in this photo...it's the curlers!!! I don't know how they could tolerate them. I called them head scratchers!!
What a lovely post. Those memories are priceless. And the photo is amazing. I remember those rollers, too. Except my hair was so fine they always fell out! Oh well....
gail
adventuresininnkeeping.blogspot.com
It's just amazing--your sense of recall. I feel like I'm there with you, Liz! What a rich upbringing--no wonder you turned out so very well. :0)
(I used to SLEEP on those brush rollers . . . some things DO get better with time!)
xo D.
Oh you are so lucky to have such memories. How i would have just died and gone to heaven to have been around such creativity growing up. I remember those rollers, but they never really worked on my stringy hair - just got tangled up in it.
Thanks for showing - if the resolution is good enough - blowing up that photo to a wall size (6 feet x 6 feet or so) and putting it on a wall in a dining room or in a hallway, framed, with a light over it, would be so cool. Or taking it and getting it digitized and printing it on fabric and making a great shower curtain out of it with the words: "Beauty is a work of art" would be fun too.
Thanks for sharing
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