i woke up to a phone call from my momma this morning. which was lovely. we normally talk on skype, there was just something nice about being on the phone though. maybe it's less distractions. (even though near the end you weren't paying attention to me and started watching t.v. …that's okay.)
we discussed this painting- and how i had posted it online, asking people to give name suggestions.
to me, this piece is all about holding onto your baby. sweet tender moments- soaking it all in. holding tight and cherishing how your babe still fits into your arms, or still asks for cuddles… or is just. to me- it is all about holding onto those moments, before your babe's spirit gets big, and grows wings of her own…
my mama summed it up pretty well- 'how about, Don't Get Used to This, Because I Will Find Me an Irishman and Leave You…'
ha!
yes..pretty much that is exactly what i was thinking about when i finished this painting.
i tell all of my friends with children, especially girls- to not let them fall in love with a man from another country. it's so romantic and wonderful and adventurous and such a fairy tale… it's amazing, and worth it. it enriches your life, it opens your mind. but oh my goodness it is not easy on anyone.
it wasn't easy being apart- and it is a struggle in finding the balance between where we belong- who's family we leave behind. perhaps giving up both and being our own little family, our own little country. but that still.. it isn't easy on either of our mamas. and the holidays just make it plain shitty.
even so.
la la laaaa
i live in a magic land with my soul mate.
but when i have children, they will not be allowed to be in love with someone 5,000 miles away from me. nooope. sorry!
moving on.
i've been wanting to paint something for us. something meaningful for the process of letting go. whether that involves mourning, or giving up something that isn't good for you… i want it to be very feminine and powerful, and gentle…and i want it to speak to many.
mamas of infertility, mamas of miscarriage, mamas of lost babies, mamas with hope, and beauty, and life. –of course they don't have to represent mamas.. just the woman. -it's just where my head space and heart space are right now.
we all have things to let go of, we all have things that we need to forgive. (ourselves mostly…)
anyway, i'll share it with you whenever it comes.
i know that i have a lot of mamas and babies, and round bellies with ridiculously pointed nipples (which i love so). i've always been drawn to that- the mama. the body of a woman…
sometimes when i paint them (the mamas) i think of them as a symbol of hope to me. last night i realised that i have three pregnant bellied women in my bedroom- but nothing that represents all of this process to me, for me- and for other women.
if you have any ideas swirling in your head, drop me a line.
*oh also! some people have mentioned to me that they aren't able to comment. if that is the case- please let me know! because i would love to hear from you. you can always contact me directly via the contact page form (it is a private message) or you can e-mail me at edarcy@starvingartistink.com
yes i know it says 'i stink'…
sigh.
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I had never noticed the Istink thing. But now you've pointed it out, I'm giggling like a loon. Love you x
Irishmen are the bestest!!
You are sooooo talented. I love this picture – it kinda looks like me and my Erin! The hair colours are certainly close! Would love to buy a copy off you if you're prepared to sell? Send me an email
xxx
I want to buy this one… it's so precious. will you send it to my friend for me?
you can draw me: single lady, no kid, no job, starting a photography business, young (29 years old but 25 in my head), brunette, petite, big smile, green eyes… i'm not a mother, not even a wife and i would love to be both. i guess i just have to wait my moment. i'm confident, it will happen.
i don't know what you do to people but you make people talk, you make us confide in you. thanks!