In that room, which to me is magical, I look around and see my life held within its walls. The childbirth books that I've read and shared with so many women. My many cookbooks, all the women's health and spirituality related texts. The art books. The corner dedicated to dyeing. Photos of my grandchildren. I open the door and let the breeze join the ceiling fan in making my dyed cloth float and fly gently in the breeze. My latest painting or drawing, or both, await. The smell of yesterday's incense is still there. My jewelry making corner is a mess. And its ok. I don't have to cover anything or make untidiness disappear. My brushes are drying in the sink. My music is ready to be turned on. Life it good.
I seem to gravitate to painting women. I don't draw well at all but these women seem to come out of my brush and we start our relationship right then and there.
There's "La Mejicana" made after a trip to visit friends in Mexico.
Sometimes I use acrylics, sometimes I draw and decide that the drawing needs to be painted. I keep many mixed media journals. Then I turn my attention to my witchy boiling pots and start dyeing!
The room opens up and becomes a patio where I dry the cloth that I've dyed
Here is "La Argentina." Natalia took one look at her and named her!
Hopefully when my grandchildren get a little older, they'll join me in my little sanctuary and paint with me, or draw or just hang out and string beads.
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