Re: heavens! o/t

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Posted by Maureen on November 5, 2001 at 18:27:02:

In reply to: Re: heavens! o/t posted by Catherine Cartwright Jones on November 5, 2001 at 14:57:14:

Hi Catherine,

I do wish I knew of a Lithographer that could do your work justice.
Hopefully some else here will have a clue. Woman as nurturer and
devourer is viewed as just too scary a concept to be embraced. And
only women strong enough to hold on to all of themselves will be able
to honor their sisters totally and depict them truthfully. The eyes
of women who have seen and endured the unmentionable...peering from
an adorned self. Personal adornment really needs to be understood
better doesn't it?

I went into my preretirement mode beginning this summer. Bought up
rolls of canvas. Drug it up to my attic studio and made a promise to
be up there painting everyday. The pictures I have painted in my
mind will someday drag me up to the attic and I will not emerge from
there until I do my due. That is the only thing I can imagine ever
regretting...not to have painted the pictures that were mine to
paint. I am guilty of such procrastination...which is another word
for putting other's needs before my on. I want to have two of me.
One would only paint...the other would do all of the rest!!!

I began translating images primarily of women onto ceramic
dinnerware. I have never understood flower patterns on the plates,
bowls and platters. After all of my kitchen magic and contemplations
over my cooking pots, I just have to serve my food up on something of
my own making that reflects the intent of this whole food prep eating
ritual. But then, that is another whole subject isn't it? I have
always marvelled at the power of the one who prepares the food that
feeds the family. I am suspect of people who live in a house that
does not smell like the butter, garlic, greens, yeast curry etc.
preferences of the cook. I remember when my creator-of-such-memories
mother first discovered that aerosol spray room deodorizer. I found
it confusing. As my father must have also. Because he began to add
to his "Hey Mat...where you at?" greeting when returning from work,
the "What you cooking?" question. My mother was no dummy...that room
deodorizer got relegated soon enough to that one "special" room and
all became well in our world again.

This is sooo off henna.

Maureen

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: Hi Catherine, : : I do wish I knew of a Lithographer that could do your work justice. : Hopefully some else here will have a clue. Woman as nurturer and : devourer is viewed as just too scary a concept to be embraced. And : only women strong enough to hold on to all of themselves will be able : to honor their sisters totally and depict them truthfully. The eyes : of women who have seen and endured the unmentionable...peering from : an adorned self. Personal adornment really needs to be understood : better doesn't it? : : I went into my preretirement mode beginning this summer. Bought up : rolls of canvas. Drug it up to my attic studio and made a promise to : be up there painting everyday. The pictures I have painted in my : mind will someday drag me up to the attic and I will not emerge from : there until I do my due. That is the only thing I can imagine ever : regretting...not to have painted the pictures that were mine to : paint. I am guilty of such procrastination...which is another word : for putting other's needs before my on. I want to have two of me. : One would only paint...the other would do all of the rest!!! : : I began translating images primarily of women onto ceramic : dinnerware. I have never understood flower patterns on the plates, : bowls and platters. After all of my kitchen magic and contemplations : over my cooking pots, I just have to serve my food up on something of : my own making that reflects the intent of this whole food prep eating : ritual. But then, that is another whole subject isn't it? I have : always marvelled at the power of the one who prepares the food that : feeds the family. I am suspect of people who live in a house that : does not smell like the butter, garlic, greens, yeast curry etc. : preferences of the cook. I remember when my creator-of-such-memories : mother first discovered that aerosol spray room deodorizer. I found : it confusing. As my father must have also. Because he began to add : to his "Hey Mat...where you at?" greeting when returning from work, : the "What you cooking?" question. My mother was no dummy...that room : deodorizer got relegated soon enough to that one "special" room and : all became well in our world again. : : This is sooo off henna. : : Maureen
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