16" x 20" Acrylic on Canvas
This painting came from my daughter's tatoo, "a dream catcher". I re-created it in my own version. I think the idea of a dream catcher, in Cherokee eyes, is to catch the bad dreams, from entering while sleeping. I think dreams are not real. They are parts of our past hidden. I can watch some silly movie and dream sorts about it at night. I don't dream often, mostly only after watching t.v.
To be in a dream state seems unreal. I read somewhere that when you don't dream, is when you are actually connected to the divine. The next morning is quatum leap. Been there, done that. Oftentimes still am. I don't know the meaning of life, I don't know how to control one's life, I don't know what life beholds. But I do know, that I love living. I love loving. I do the best I can and sometimes not. I have many, many dreams in my head. I can only humble myself to appreciate them. Just the fact that I actually "dream" about a future, is good for me. On the flip side, I am totally happy with today, with everything I have and everything I don't have. I have the young, I have the old, I have the now. To me, I have everything I need and whatever life brings me is just a bonus. Dreams. When I graduated from the 8th grade, our theme song was "To Dream The Impossible Dream". I don't want to dream it, I only want to live it. If I am lucky enough to realize the impossible dream, I have to say, I already am. Life is beautiful.
My paintings. A touchy subject for me. I have never been an artist. I started painting after I met Dan and that went to hell. My paintings revealed all that I felt at the time. I don't know what they mean but I do wish they might help someone else. I continue to paint for the glory of the art itself. My "impossible dream" would be to show my art to others and others to understand the meaning for themselves. I am just a simple being. My art amazes me. I love colors. I love expression. The freedom of expression. Years witheld of being free. Might not be beautiful to all, yet it is to me. Freedom. Ahhhhh...just breathe it!
Here is my son...the "trout catcher". 17 inches.
And this is the buck who met him on his way home after fishing!
The stillness of the evening
the beauty of the nature
whispers
love
calling
dwelling
purifying
water
drenching
my heart reaches out
to the beauty of nature
mountains
which do not need to move
soak my soul
of a love everlasting
within