Acrylic on canvas
I awake to birds on the great elms’ arms outside my bedroom window on the second floor of the old house. Built in harmony with the sun, I fell in love with the morning light. A mirror reflects the baby things and shimmering on the dresser are my mothers plates and figurines. In the morning shadows the old house lifted memories into my dream where the little terrier and Roper climbed up and down.
It was a happy time. Robert and I had rewired, re-plumbed and re-floored the old house. He passed away twelve years ago. Sparkle is gone now. The house has been sold. Mom passed a couple of years ago. The girls are grown and moved away. The birds are silent now. Were those happy days really part of my life or am I just dreaming?
When I created this painting it had started with those thoughts. Then it lay silent for several years until a local art challenge suggested I return to it with my brush. The challenge asked artists to incorporate an image into an artwork and those interpretations would subsequently then be placed on display. I added the swans, blue bottles and lucky bamboo, reigniting the piece with vibrations that faded the surreal sadness. It now feels like a happy piece.
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