Well, here she is at last, safe and sound in the comfort of her chair. Maya Angelou said, “The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” I remember talking to a fellow educator several years ago. He was telling about his teenage daughter and how erratic her behavior had become. He shared how he had confronted her with it one day and told her that all of her teachers and neighbors and others always tell him what a kind, sweet, wonderful young woman she is. He asked her why she couldn't act that way at home. She suddenly cried out and said, "Dad, I have to have somewhere that I can be ugly!" I've always remembered that. Having a place that I can be ugly, or just be me whatever that looks like, is most certainly a comfort and safety.
Keep Your Shirt On
Patience is a virtue that often eludes me. There is a lot to do to get ready for the art show and I want it all done yesterday. One step at a time becomes pretty essential. So today she got dressed, but not much else. It's a good thing tomorrow is another day.
Back To It
Here we go again with another background. This is the beginning of the fourth painting in a series on Comfort. I'm really enjoying this series and am exciting to add Safe to the others. Beginning a painting is always filled with mixed emotions. Come what may, here we go!