With my Mother, children and grandchildren, we visited my father's gravesite on the 3rd anniversary of his death. For me, it was my first visit. So many thoughts were tied into the visit...looking at a headstone with my Mother's name on it even though she is still with us while being present with my children and grandchildren made me think of hope and dreams, dreams materialized, un-materialized, and dreams on the way of becoming.
Then there was the verdict. The verdict. The verdict. It sits in the stomach.
The end of the month we took a day trip to the Children's Museum in Indy. Seven of us, four generations riding in a van.
|Indianapolis Children's Museum|
I also married my Partner of 27 years! I couldn't have done this 25, 20, or even 15 years ago due to my perspective on marriage as an institution combined with my own hypocrisy I experienced from my first marriage at the age of 20. I think somewhere I read, heard Ms Maya Angelou say, a woman isn't fully grown until she is at least 40. The last 13 years has been an opening of clarity about what love is and isn't for me. This was the year the conversation changed for us both...instead of "we'll get around to it" it turned into "let us do this and do it now". And although I can't name it now, it does feel like we're seeing with new eyes and wearing new skin since we jumped over the broom.
We took a brief getaway to Yellow Springs, Ohio with stops in Athens to see Quilt National 13 and Cincy to Saint Theresa's Textile Trove inside Pendleton Art Center and Krohn's Conservatory, and to the Air Force Museum in Dayton. The breath of fresh air had me itching to return to my studio.
|National Air Force Museum in Dayton, Ohio|
|Krohn's Conservatory in Cincinnati, Ohio|
|Studio work July/August 2013|