My mother in law died 10 days ago, just 3 days short of her 102nd birthday, in her own bed and in her own home. This isn't meant to be an eulogy for Mrs. B, although she was a remarkable woman and if you would like to read about one of her finest achievements [other than my darling]
here is a link; rather I'm trying to understand this time of waiting and grieving, of having time come to a standstill and ever so abruptly lurch forward. The landscape is foggy, the mist rises and clears for a while and then descends again, and it's more of a water world that we float on, learning to ride the waves. The studio calls and what happens there is unpredictable, I think I have a clear idea of where I am going but the pencil in my hand has another. There are a lot of starts but few finishes; my attention span is that of a nit.
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| ink on paper, 16 x 11 in approx, 2014 |
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| ink and oil pastel, 8 x 8 in, 2014 |
What a marvellous woman and long productive life! Those lines know what they are up to! I think the transition fro summer to winter is a restless one. All the best
ReplyDeleteThanks Rosie, I like "the transition fro summer to winter is a restless one", it can be my new mantra.
DeleteA remarkable life...well lived. A reason for celebration.
ReplyDeleteIt was a remarkable life Jo, just putting her life against the history of the times was fascinating, what formed her and changed her…all the changes she saw…email never became her favourite form of writing, but she did it.
DeleteI haven't yet gone to the link Liz, but I think you describe this time perfectly and poignantly...
ReplyDeleteThank you Fiona
DeleteMagnifique ! Both written and drawn lines...
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Brigite.
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