* It's a totally different story! Who Knew.

Frankly, I have been baffled by this painting. One sentence out of the child's mouth and that was it. I assumed the mother was pregnant. Later, after the last post was published, I had two phone calls. Each was from a woman who knows me to the depths of my soul. The first friend said, 'Hmmmmmm, interesting painting, I see it's brought up some things about you and your Mother?" "What???" ...  I proceeded to argue the point. The second call, I asked the question. "What do you see in this painting? What do you think it's about?" "Well, it's about you and your Mom, of course." .... she proceded to give me a full reading on the painting. I was beginning to see the light by this time - two people - two intuitives with exactly the same story! How did I miss it? Guess I just didn't want to go there. So without going into a great dissertation about the relationship with my Mama, whom I loved dearly,  I have changed the title to "Mama, will you still love me when I'm an artist?" 

There, that says it all. You can figure out the rest. The painting has turned rather mystical. As one of my friends and I studied it on the phone together, she said, "Are you aware of the face in her tummy?" "What face?" .... WOW, I had missed it all, which is so rare for me with these paintings. Have a look, there is definitely a face just above her arm in her tummy/breast area. "And if you count the straps and the V neck on her dress as ears, it could be part animal - perhaps a wolf ... that's what comes to mind for me". Holy Cow!!!  Somehow I had always considered wolf as my personal totem .... hmmmmm, the plot thickens.

Then it was my turn to gasp ... "Look on the right hand side of the painting. The place between her turquoise coat and the edge of the painting. There is a man walking away.", I exclaimed. Hmmmm, yet again. Much discussion over that one. I'll leave it to your imaginations.

So that's the story. I completely missed it, didn't want to hear it, didn't want to look at it, just simply didn't want to. Now I know why looking at the little girl brings such a lump to my throat, and tears to my eyes.  I put the finishing touches on the painting yesterday.  It is complete.

"Mama, will you still love me when I'm an artist?"

Also made a card for a friend yesterday.

And I'm seriously thinking about turning the following into a birthday card, for Bob of homemade pasta fame.  The are coming down and there will be a party.  He loves "Day of the Dead" stuff.

She does say "You have my heart", which of course he does and may keep it, as long as the homemade pasta keeping coming to my door! :o)

My lovely blogger friends - how blessed I am to have met you.  I receive such lovely notes in my email from so many of you.  Thanks for dropping by, and thanks for being part of my life.  Hope you are all having a great Sunday.

“A good friend is a connection to life, a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world.”

Lois Wyse (1926-2007)