I don’t know why it took me that long, but it is said that everything has its timing. I could say that truer words have seldom been spoken, as well as better late than never.
My painting started with an idea, and ended with a dedicated painting for my Dad, who passed away in a tragic accident, nearly 45 years ago. He was my hero and I miss him every day. What I would give to just sit with him, and talk to him one more time. Mom always tells me how much I remind her of him, and I’m more than ok with it. I wear it proudly, like a badge of honor, something that brings me even closer to him, but also makes the loss hurt as if it was only yesterday. I know he is surrounded by angels, and he is my guardian angel. There is not a day that passes where I don’t feel loved by him, and in return I am calling all angels to watch over him and remind him that he is equally loved back.
There is no doubt that life has been tough lately, filled with disappointments, loss, and challenges, but also filled with great memories, and achievements that once seemed impossible. I know that I am about to put the hardship strain behind me, and like in most cases, it has left me stronger and more resilient than before. Things will be ok, and I know that I can do it.
Angels have been playing a big role in my life recently, and I am not surprised that one finally found a way to sneak into my recent painting. An angel, bowing her head in prayer to remember the ones we lost. An angel to remind us of the ones that remain within our hearts, forever. Originally the painting was orange with a white birdcage on it. A bird sitting outside the cage was to invoke a sense of freedom, making a statement and stand, unable to be caged. I started it a few years back and somehow I didn’t feel it anymore. I decided to cover up the birdcage which is still underneath all that paint with it’s new purpose and meaning. You wouldn’t know if I didn’t tell you and the signs are erased, but for me this painting will always have multiple meanings and I know that it is still there. Soon I was drawing something else, on top of the covered up birdcage and it flowing so easily. As if I was led and called to paint this. I’ve always said that my paintings speak to me and reveal times and events in my life that are very personal. This one was no different, and things will be told when you are ready to listen. I listened and an angel emerged. Later came another idea, to complete and round out the overall look and feel.
There is a little heart shaped rock on Dad’s grave. A rock that I got years ago. A rock with the word “Unvergessen” engraved in it. Unvergessen is the german word for unforgotten, which I selected as the title of my painting. I am planning on making a copy of this painting, and sending it to Mom. It’s personal and it feels right. Something is telling me that it is where it belongs.