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Friday, October 10, 2008

Salt Water Kisses


Once again the Muse yearns to create and speaks in ways that are unexpected. There is a Blog, Step Outside Your Box Saturdays that I happened upon last week that sent my Muse into a state of deep emotion. Emotion is the theme for now (there have been no updates as of yet). I think that the theme is still there because of others needing to create something around it. I for one did.

This piece is called Salt Water Kisses. 4 1/4 x 4 1/4 box. It is of a mother burying her daughter. There is no coffin, only a cardboard box. That is all she has. The angel depicted is receiving the tiny baby into the embrace of the universe and is sending comfort to those who are still here. The box that holds it all is made out of corrugated cardboard.

Salt Water Kisses comes from my many years of grieving. My daughter's death, she was stillborn at seven months. She would have been 32 by now. My best friend of 20+ years, lover, daughters (my "second chance" baby girl) Godfather, and most respected gentleman in all the world. He was 80 years old when he passed away five days before Christmas in 2000. My "Big Sis", my oldest sister, mama when my birth mom could not be there, best bud to hang with, talk to about anything, gave the best advice, was always there for me through all of my shit. She passed away September 19, 2004. My Mother Annie Bell. She gave me breath she was my connector to the world, my foundation, she taught me how to make due with what I had, how to be strong. She was a powerful woman, independent, expressive, and would give you the shirt off her back if you asked. She went home to be with my sister in January of this year.

My Muse has taken me on this road to remind me of those who loved me and that their love still transcends through time and space even if they are not here in the flesh. That they are still in my heart and I feel them ever so close to me everyday. The grieving process can take on so many forms. It can last a short time, or a long time. However it may come into one's life, it has to be dealt with. Whatever your strength is, move with that.