Today I finished a painting I started 18 months ago. Finishing it was not the real victory, though. Being thrilled with what I had done was the biggest achievement. It was a little like giving birth. I can say that because I did give birth, and I was awake for it, and didn’t have an epidural!! Wow, for twice the gestation period of a human being, I should have at least gotten twins for my effort, don’t you think? The painting is about our cheeky dog Storm, who died on the same day the previous year, as when I got the phone call that my mammogram had a ‘spot’ on it. The Universe just loves irony, doesn’t it? I would love to forget all about the cancer, and I’m sick of going on about it, but there are so many coincidences about it that are integral to other parts of my life, I know that will not happen. It’s part of my story now, part of who I am. But I don’t want it to be the focus of my life. Now I also have this incredible victory that is part of my continuing story upon which to focus. Life is good… and getting better.
Betty Davies said:
Good one, Ardys! Looking forward to having a peep (if we are allowed, of course).
So proud of your efforts Ardys. Wish I could see this in person, congrats on completing it so nicely.
Wow Ardys. I love it! Perhaps so too would have Storm. But I love your story even more …
White fellas believe in linear time. Black-fellas believe in cyclical time. Either way time is a dimension that we separate out from space-time. So it becomes a part of our limited understanding of our universe and ultimately our existence. You are dealing well with your reality. We can do nothing more. May the 2012th revolution of our planet around our sun since the birth of Christ be kinder to us all.