I've begun the second 12 page signature in my yet to be bound sketchbook. I don't know why the painting seems so faint and pale. Also, it is taking me a long time to work on this signature.
The first two pages were for Mom and Dad. Taking a cue from Leslie Avon Miller's Bone Prayer paintings (put bone prayer into the search this blog link on Leslie's blog) , I first wrote on each page in pencil. Most of the writing is covered over by paint.
This one came out really really sketchy. I think I will add Sarah's name to Flavia's and work more on the colors. I met Flavia around 1996 or 7. Fascinating woman from Brazil. Amazing knitter and in her later years sculptor. She was dying when I met her and I would drive her around to places she wanted to go and visit with her for tea. She was only 65 or so when she died. Sarah was much younger, in her 40's I think.
I have just begun this page and hope to be more abstract or designy rather than literal. You can see the penciled journal writing under the gold. I have been dreaming of some who have died, my ex-husband, Richard a man I lived with for 6 years who died at 48, and Miss Emily my cat who died last year.
I'm not being depressed or grim I hope. I'm just trying to process this aspect of my life. Dying is a part of life, not that it is easy to accept that this is our fate. It is all such a puzzle. We get born, grow up, learn interesting skills and facts, have lots of experiences and then, we die or as one might see it transform into another form or join the larger energy field of the universe.