Youth Remembers
It is beautiful when our minds memory and the memory in our hearts are allowed to merge. 28 years have passed since I was a child playing in these fields and I have discovered that though the mind’s eye grows dim or blurs, the hearts memory becomes ever more strong and sure. It is likely as a girl I never noticed this field to look so beautiful and pink, nor did I likely take time from firefly hunting to actually enjoy the view to notice how many were actually around me….but my heart remembers.
Painting this piece was like a homecoming for me. This piece is in my private collection and will likely be with me the rest of the days of my life. It is a true reflection of my soul and it is a snapshot of my youth. I think that this is what I was truly in love with in this painting. When I look at this work it is like hugging my inner child, for a moment I am still lying in the tall grasses watching clouds roll by day dreaming...
I invite you to go back in your mind to a place in your mind where you felt complete freedom and joy. To a place where you were one with your spirit and your spirit was full. I then invite you to rediscover those feelings by creating something that represents that place with an open heart. It truly can be an amazing adventure to rediscover your youth.
Oooo going to have to try this... after some meditating and remembering. I had a different and varied childhood. Older siblings remember it as a time of drought, but I remember... magic! Must be my age at the time. I don't have the tainted negativity coming through - just a world of possibilities. Might have to dig deep to come up with an idea... one is already forming... A memory filled with both love and fear. QUITE a combination! Now, to let the idea grow and see what blossoms....
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