In my momma’s house, there are many birds. Not live ones, but all kinds of ceramic, papier mache, feathered, carved, and painted birds adorning table tops, the dining room table, and various other spots. I think mom has only purchased one or two of them, the rest have been given to her. I don’t know whether it’s just my sister and I who give her these birds. I imagine that others have also over the years. For my sister and I, it all started with a painting.
Years ago, after having valiantly fought metasticized melanoma, my mom was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Through a series of sweet questions my dad posed to her, she became a painter. A wonderful, marvelous, color-filled painter whose works throttle the viewer with a language of color that harkens to mom’s own throttling of Joy even in the midst of dealing with the horrific loss of her parents, two different cancers, and all the surgeries and treatments they entailed. Below is just one example:
I wish I could show to you the painting she created very early on as she was teaching herself to paint in those early days of recuperating from a hysterectomy and chemotherapy. It was a self-portrait. There was a nest of baby birds, with their young beaks pointed skyward, awaiting sustenance from their parent birds. Right in the middle of this nest, was a profile portrait of my mom, hairless head raised to heaven, mouth open wide, ready to receive. It grabs my heart every time I think of it. It also grabs my heart that we no longer have this painting, as it was sold to a friend, who has since gotten rid of it. 🙁
That painting is why my sister and I give her birds. Mom is an embodiment of that verse…”consider the ravens…they do not sow or reap…” She has had to be completely dependent through not just two cancers, but now three. Just a couple of weeks ago, I was up in Boone helping out with her after-surgery needs for breast cancer. She is now a survivor of melanoma, ovarian, and breast cancer. This most recent cancer was, thankfully, caught very early, stage 1. But she will still undergo 30 treatments of radiation, starting in a few weeks.
Mom is still that bird, receiving help from on high, raising her sights to heaven, waiting for manna, and receiving it.
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I wish your Mom wellness and love and peace! These drawings are beautiful!!!: I especially like the first one … LOVE! omgosh! 🙂
Thank you Gigi! You are a dear to visit and comment!
You’re welcome! 🙂
Oh, Jen, my heart goes out to you and your Mom. What a terribly sad story about the painting of the birds with a self portrait. I hope you rediscover it some day wherever your friend has put it.
All the best to you and your family,
Thank you Vicki! It would be wonderful, if serendipitous events would bring that painting back to us! Thanks for all your well-wishes!
Jennifer, your mother is an inspiration to all of us, as an artist as well as a cancer survivor! Her story is one of courage and her painting shimmers with life! Please give her my best wishes for a full recovery and tell her she will have a special place in my heart.
What a wonderful, special, woman your mother is. I hope her treatments aren’t too debilitating and that she is able to continue with her art through them. Her painting is just stunning. She is truly inspiring. nancy
Wow – that is such an inspiration! May she continue to receive sustenance from her Heavenly Father – healing, grace, strength… Beautiful art!
love those cute fat birds 😀
The painting of the trees…the colors!!! Wow o___O it just looks marvelous!
Oh my, her picture is stunning but most important is that it was done by such a strong woman. Best wishes to her. And, please take care of yourself.
I love the trees and I can imagine the self portrait, your description was very good. So sad that your mum has had to bear so much, all my best wishes to her.
love both pieces, so wonderful.
i empathise with the endurance you and your family are dealing with (my dad is going through the same). But I now know where your talent and energy comes from, and although you may not have your mom’s painting anymore you have inherited her creativity and that’s a lot more special.
The tree painting is lovely, so full of light and warmth. Your mum must be a ver special person. Best of luck.
Thanks so much for sharing this story – art really does help us to heal, and your mother is a living testimony of that … =D
Oh my…I would love to respond to each and every one of you who took the time to read this post and comment!! Thank you ALL!! I just spent a few days with my family, and mom is doing well. She starts radiation soon and we’re all hoping she won’t feel too yucky throughout the treatments. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart!
Both paintings are such a joy of colours. I wish your mother (and everyone around her) all the best.