This new mother/newborn is based on impressionism.
Here I wanted to keep intact the soft and tender atmosphere between mother and newborn
without going too much in to details.
Let me know what you think about it.
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This new mother/newborn is based on impressionism.
This is a painting I sketched in 2012. I got busy with other projects then came back to it in 2014 & have been busy with it ever since.
Now I am so very proud to announce it finished & will include bellow the steps toward its completion 🙂
Your input will be more than welcome!
In the unusual warmth of February we went out for a stroll & met
a very early spring in full bloom where we were encircled
in a bubble of innocence, fragrance & crushed petals,
offering a bouquet to a world of dedication & mums
I am so fascinated by this piece of knowledge which I feel could come to help so many people that I simply had to reblog it!
My thanks goes to this amazing blogger… Living Simply Free
Having tried out on my youngest this method (I had done it many years ago and was reminded by my kids about it) I have to add the lesson I learnt in the process.
By putting too much garlic which spread onto healthy skin I burnt it so, as a result I came up with the idea of putting garlic on a sticky plaster (no gauze) which will allow only the wart to come in contact with the garlic.
I hope this information will help prevent others from these mishaps.
Families are intricate unities that assemble fragments of love, which they could easily discard if ego steps in.
Usually in a situation fabricated by their own imagination.
Families weave their own history, gluing it together with the substance called love hoping it will withstand the hazards of time.
Some families withhold the pressures of life by staying even closer. Practicing compassion, tolerance and love as a shining example for the world to witness.
Interacting with noble qualities as, finesse, integrity, virtue, righteousness, purity and above all a desire for true cohabitation.
They let their ego aside, seek and invite truth in, practicing patience and understanding in situations, others would have long buckled under.
Bursting as an olive seed, under the weight of a millstone. Grinding to its last drop.
How many of these “torches” illuminate our planet?
I wonder. Are they one percent? If they are, they should be standing high and proud. As the lighter of an Olympic flame.
Given a medal.
Instead, they are kept in the quiet. They tiptoe in the labyrinths of life and succeed to find a way out of this maze and convert it to beautiful alleys.
Some of them, growing an orchard on their way, with the promises of sweetness as a perquisite for having played a role in the grandeur of a king’s quarters.
Their children’s devotion, are their pride and badges. They take no heed in titles or honors.
They cherish the warmth of past memories and amuse themselves at keeping them alive by recalling them to their grandchildren, on long winter nights, a twinkle in their eyes, a spark in their heart and a smile on their lips.
Then, go on, feeding, on their children’s silent recognition, translated by small tokens. A gesture, a look, a hug and most of all, loving respect.
Are we aware of the importance of our each and every move?
As situations reveal themselves before our eyes, we are given a mind and heart to consult. The gift of introspection.
Do we use them wisely?
We have the freedom and dignity of choice. We could make an everlasting impression for generations to come. Leave our “trade mark“.
Is that not worth its weight in gold? Should it not give us a rush to strive toward that goal?
We could give up our self-made miseries and feed the younger generation with tender care.
Behave with consistency and rationality in order to provide them with the much needed security and balance in their lives so, as to prepare them on THEIR journey and pack their suitcases for the long road, with, stability, strength and joy. All vital tools in their jobs to shape a few generations to come.
And so it goes…
Building a non-ending chain of character, beauty and light.
In the hope, it will brighten the world and eradicate any dark shades left by the person…
Who thought he had no choice.
Lava was painted with one of my children when I wanted to initiate them to the world of art. I must say I was quite surprised by the results. There is light movement and texture, that’s what I mean by keeping intact the child within. It produces the best work and children have the advantage of not knowing any better. Sadly enough passion for the trade did not follow 🙂
Mothers worry too much. They waste so much energy worrying about everyone and anything on earth, it leaves little time to invite the good stuff going on, on this planet. Don’t you think?
Many years ago, I felt like having a tease at mine ( in a sweet way! ) and that’s what came out of it.
It’s something light to invite you to a cheerful new day! Keep in mind it has been translated, the French text will be included.
My delicious mother!
You worry, you worry,
You always worry!
You are afraid, always afraid,
Every day is a pain.
Children are small,
They get sick
Finally they grew
But they should marry!
Finally! They marry
But will they have children?
They HAVE children
Who get sick!
Ah! What a life!
Full of worries!
Ma délicieuse mère!
Tu t’inquiète, tu t’inquiète,
Toujours tu t’inquiète!
Tu as peur, toujours peur,
Chaque jour est une douleur.
Les enfants sont petits,
Ils ont des maladies
Enfin, ils ont grandi
Mais, il faut qu’ils se marient!
Enfin! Ils se marient
Mais, auront-ils des petits?
Ils ont des petits
Qui ont des maladies!
Qui ont grandi…
Qui se marient…
Ah! Quelle vie!
Pleine de soucies!
I hope this will make your day a pleasant place to be. Keep in mind that this applies not only to mothers 🙂