Whats the Story Morning Glory.

During my research today eyeball deep into dada and loving it my soul was struck through the heart
with a familiarty of circumstances undone in the seemingly glamorous and wistful momma bella.
"She occupies center stage unaware her throngs of minions are not in her picture frame.
Poor little Lucy a wall between them and barely a window to see." 
A snippet in the day of a life of yet another flawed family.
I am painfully aware of  mothers whose daughters can not get close to and all the brokeness and pain and if lucky
repaired and mended and better for it. I was not aware of this growing up as my own mother is the ilk that every mother should hope to be.
Having a loving, caring, close, warm, safe mother I naturally thought all moms were good and decent and loved there children. 
Now seeing the damage that just one wicked mother can do to her children is beyond words my heart aches and I want to run and hug my mother and tell her just exactly how special and perfect she is. Please G-D send us a thousand more like her!
What ever the artist intent or design I cannot know but this is what my minds eye saw and felt. Though sad the tale the more precious the art appears.
Art what a beautiful way to show it!

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Whats the Story Morning Glory.

During my research today eyeball deep into dada and loving it my soul was struck through the heart

with a familiarty of circumstances undone in the seemingly glamorous and wistful momma bella.

She occupies center stage unaware her throngs of minions are not in her picture frame.

Poor little Lucy a wall between them and barely a window to see. 

A snippet in the day of a life of yet another flawed family.

I am painfully aware of  mothers whose daughters can not get close to and all the brokeness and pain and if lucky

repaired and mended and better for it. I was not aware of this growing up as my own mother is the ilk that every mother should hope to be.

Having a loving, caring, close, warm, safe mother I naturally thought all moms were good and decent and loved there children. 

Now seeing the damage that just one wicked mother can do to her children is beyond words my heart aches and I want to run and hug my mother and tell her just exactly how special and perfect she is. Please G-D send us a thousand more like her!

What ever the artist intent or design I cannot know but this is what my minds eye saw and felt. Though sad the tale the more precious the art appears.

Art what a beautiful way to show it!

 

Just the morning | Flickr - Photo Sharing!

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Fibro Fit Again!

ICK I have been having one of my fibro fits no fun at all,  I am sort of better now  getting back into the swing of things. We had a nice hard rain on Sunday which we really needed so it was a good day to stay home and paint in my PJs. I worked on two paintings so I don't feel so bad about staying in with my pain. I really hate this disease things could be so much worse but this is just an on going hit after hit.
And I never know when I am going to be knocked off my feet with it. I can see where a person might develop into a grouch I have to fight against it sometimes. Typically I keep my attitude in check or try anyway.
Now I am going to make my husbands favorite dessert Tulumba like mum used to make. I found a recipe on a miss igs blogsite with lots of pictures that gave me the push I needed to try it. I'll let you know how it went. Unless I forget!

Here is my latest painting "Rain"