Celebrate Moran Day

On a personal note, yesterday marked the second anniversary of our dear granddaughter Moran's death. Her parents wanted to celebrate her as she truly is a part of their family. At a park in our town, we have a memorial tree with a stone marker for Moran and we decorated it with 13 balloons, representing our 13 grandchildren. It was a grey, overcast day and then, as we prepared to leave, the sun suddenly broke through, briefly highlighting the balloons. Very symbolic for me. Moran's time was so brief, but her light has touch us all. Love you CC, J and O.

The Twelve Days of Grandchildren - Moran

The 12th time grand mothering, second daughter gifted me with...

MORAN

Though I held her so briefly, this is what I know of her.

She is angelic. So much so that she didn't need this earthly experience.

She taught me much about love and loss, joy and pain.

Her absence, though temporary,

makes me more cognizant of the each of my other grandchildren

and how much they enrich my life.

A portion of my heart

departed with her.

Painting - final

Finished painting tribute to my little granddaughter Moran, for my daughter. She's watching out for all of us, CC. XXOO

Painting Update

Here is a detail of the painting of Moran. It's a photo, not a scan so it looks slightly fuzzy. I hope to have the painting finished by next week.

Color study

I've been wanting to paint something for my daughter and son-in-law to commemorate their little angel daughter, Moran. The palette in Owen's room consists mainly of bold primary colors. I wanted to portray her looking down on them from above. The butterflies, yet to be colored, represent her flight from this earthly existence, freed from the cocoon (her body) that contained her spirit. This is just a rough color study.

Recovery Through Art

I've been home for a week and I am finally feeling like I want to rejoin the human race. Since the death of our granddaughter, I have felt this deep need to express my feelings through art; to somehow attempt to put down on paper the images I have in my head. I think this will help me process the myriad of emotions that have enveloped me since January 17th. Perhaps this can be the best prescription for emotional recovery. I just know I need to do something. While in Vegas, I pulled out a photo of Owen as a toddler and decided this would be a good place to start. I wanted one of him looking down and made this sketch. And yes, his lashes really are that long.