Exhale…

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I am wistful for a salty kiss, sticky arms and the scent of the ocean.  For a damp towel and the foam of the white-capped waves, for my heart to beat with the ocean. I am longing for that  immense blue and longing to look into the depth and horizon and be blinded by the sun hitting the ocean.

Because I’m always dreaming of being near the sea I painted this for my bedroom, so I can lie in bed with my book and dream more pretending to be on the beach ❤

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Starry Night

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Ah but Vincent, everything in this painting is more than a little good, I love all of it, and it has a special meaning and says a lot for me…it really does.

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Good night my starry starry night ♥☼♥☼

 

 

On my easel

This quote from Pablo Picasso, always makes me laugh 😀

“I hate flowers.. I paint them because they’re cheaper than models and they don’t move.”

Me, I love flowers and I think they’re easier to paint than models….except maybe 16 proteas!

When I finally finished the proteas I didn’t quite know what to paint next.  It was like artist block but a million times worse.  During the protea painting things were a bit of a mess.  They had been for a few months, I painted slowly and so many times I didn’t even paint I just got the brushes dirty and there was no progress.  I cried sometimes not about the painting, well sometimes it was, but mostly I cried about this thing called life.  And I struggled for months.  Someone said to me when I mentioned my struggle that it was “Just a bit of life that made it hard. New painting, new chapter”

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And so it was for this one.  New canvas.  New painting and this was a transformation into something new, feeling better, healing and really painting again.

Whether we like to believe it or not, our moods effect everything we do.  And everything we do affect our moods.

Artists also get ‘writers block’ or ‘artists block’, our ideas seem to run dry.  It’s something that worries any creative person.  Bringing inspiration back requires more than just creative exercises and ideas, and fresh new places.  One needs a bit of fun, a bit of love, some peace and happiness in life too.

It is back, I am back where I used to be and I’m so grateful for that

There is love on my easel ❤

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The Proteas

This was so hard, I started it last year and finally finished it now in June!! Wow, why so long?

I don’t know it’s part of my art struggle and life struggle I guess…maybe I expected too much of myself, and I exaggerated my capability. I was slow, I wasted a lot of time in art class and procrastinated and I also had many missed hours.  Life just got in the way and it certainly affected my creativity.

BUT and this is a huge, but – I finished it. I never gave up although I wanted to many times.

Sixteen proteas (what on earth was I thinking) and lots and lots of greenery intertwined and arranged in a blue bowl and here it is.

Ta da – The Proteas

*sigh*

*relief*

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t Compare

It’s been a while I know, I have so many things to write about and so much art to share.  But today I’m going to live up to my blog name, the mom part, and share a special moment with my blog world.

Graduation day! My youngest son has graduated *happy dance* 🙂

I’m a mom of two 20+ year old boys, they are amazing kids and I am so proud of them.

When you have two children and they are quite close in age (18 months apart) and both are boys, please note that people are going to compare them all the time!!  You the parent might even be the one doing the comparing.  But others all around you will definitely do it.   I’m the least perfect or best parent here, I have many faults, but there is one thing I did not do when they were growing up and that was compare!  I hated that growing up.

Yes, I noticed how one did things with more ease like building puzzles and physical activities, the other was quicker dressing himself and used adult language, different stages of development it’s normal, but looking down on them comparing like – Why don’t you do this like your brother? Why don’t you do that like the other boys in your class? Stop doing this and learn that from your brother! No, no, no, I never did that.

Comparing is more about your own insecurities, oh and I am full of them but that was one thing I was determined not to do to my children.  Comparing is like wishing they were different and telling them that you want them to be different for your own selfish reasons.  You might as well tell them you don’t like them at all.

One thing that really aggravated me and quite honestly pissed me off was arriving at school for parents evening and hearing teachers compare them.  They all knew who I was I didn’t have to introduce myself to new teachers, I was always greeted with “Oh, you’re the mom of the other Lopez”.

You see at school one boy was always working hard and excelling at every subject, the serious worker that passed everything with 80 or 90% a genius.  Then there was the funny boy that seemed to hate school and just scraped through most subjects.

He came home with report cards that said things like: Your son is in danger of failing the grade.  Assignment not submitted.  Learner did not do the PAT.  Didn’t pay attention during class.  Learner has detention.

Agh really, whatever.  At the time this was something that really stressed me, we would have long discussions and late nights of mostly me moaning and stressing and him sulking and crying.  Some days I just shrugged my shoulders and told myself; agh really, whatever.

It’s easy to label things and to note a person’s weakness rather than asserting their strengths.  I always knew that this child was a genius and that school was just too boring for him, it was compulsory, mundane and he was forced to go to school and get through it the same way we go to work every day and we get through it on hard days.

Sometimes we don’t want to adult and so we procrastinate, we phone in sick, we take an odd day off in the middle of nowhere so we can get through things, our adult things!  And we expect our kids to adult through school even when they hate it.  We expect them to behave in class when they clearly do not get on with the teacher, they are a mismatch and the teaching style is just not right for your child.

He will react differently to others, because we are all unique, and no two children are the same!  It’s just nature and the way we are created, we are all different and will do and react to things differently all the time.  So don’t ever compare.  Instead help your child find his abilities and talents.  Give your baby a break and let your teenager just be a teenager.

He will find his place soon enough and then he will take your breath away with his unique awesomeness and brilliance and creativity.

Mine did ages ago, I’ve been watching him since for ever.  ♥

Too bad some teachers missed it…I wish I could give some of them a good clap in the back of their heads and tell them “See you’re the dumb one”  but I have to adult so I won’t.  Instead I sent a message and photo to the teachers that cared and are truly in the profession for the love of teaching.

My hero – he graduated!