Remember this more than a year ago? A canvas begun from 2 rusty screws found by my sons.
And here again, sitting on my desk in progress this past summer.
I have worked on this small canvas off and on for so long. I had a clear idea of how I wanted it to feel, but no clear picture of how I wanted it to look, and the objects themselves, those two nails, took on a larger and larger mythology in my mind. They represented my two sons themselves, their struggles, the accumulated patina of each passing year of disappointment and triumph, alienation and hard won connection, and the box around them, all the safety my heart yearns to provide. It became too hard to move forward with all of that weight of expectation, and so it sat on a corner of my desk just barely started for months and months. Something clicked during my wonderful Texture Town course with Julie and Chris (which I am not quite finished yet, and am really looking forward to returning to soon), and I finally knew what I wanted to do.
This one is for my sons, and every kid who finds life hard, who starts each day with a heavy weight, who nothing ever seems to come easy for, but who is brilliant and resilient, and exponentially braver than those with lighter loads.
|"Twice as Hard" |
8"x10" mixed media on canvas