Saturday, October 13, 2012
An afternoon sifting through old family photos can certainly be an emotional journey, with each subsequent snapshot triggering memories that haven't been touched for decades. This was a painting I'd given to a neighbor friend who had helped me move my children and my life to another state in 1984. The subject reminded that friend of his family's farm and equipment, and perhaps it hangs in their living room still. The painting has been long forgotten, and I hadn't remembered there was a snapshot taken of it until I found it in the box of family photos my mother left me. The photo is badly aged and degraded as you can see. But the darkening of it almost mimics the overshadowing fear and apprehension that tinted my view of the future around that time. It reminds me of how important it can be to reassure that lonely past self that I am so proud of her efforts to build a safe and loving life for herself and her children, and how strong she was. I am living the joyful and healthy future she could not see that her trajectory was shifting toward.