Happy Tuesday Everyone!
Recently I blogged about going back to New Jersey to teach at Kecia's studio this summer. The first day I will be teaching my architectural assemblage angel and I thought I would give a bit of background to everyone about how these angels came to be.
My mother, Ginger Edwards, is a very traditional artist and years ago she used to have these Christmas Open House Sales where some of her most beautiful creations could be purchased. My daddy, not to be outdone, for several years in a row created a limited number of folk art Santas or Mrs. Claus to add to the mix. They were a huge hit and they are some of my most treasured Christmas decorations.....so much so that they are stored in a closet close to me so that if, Heaven forbid, a fire were to break out I can grab them and bring them to safety.
I was/am a Daddy's Girl and I am willing to admit that I have hard a hard time moving through some parts of the healing process since Daddy died almost 9 years ago. I know that I hang on to some things very strongly because I never want to forget the way his voice sounded, or the way his laughter was so heart felt, or the taste of his fabulous cooking. I want to remember him nursing a small bird back to health so that he could release it again to enjoy its freedom. I want to see him saving the young doe who had been chased into the water by hunting dogs...the deer so close to drowning and my Daddy taking her gently to the otherside far from the dogs to safety.
How do you honor someone who worked so hard to give you everything you needed and wanted? Can you? Will he know? How do you put all of the love you have for that person into something tangible and will anyone get it or understand what you wanted to, hoped to show in your work? Will they reject it and if so does it really matter if it, for you, allows you a way to shout to the world that you love them still, miss them still, want to hear them still and simply wish to honor them in a way that would make them smile?
Our friend Charlie was the first step in allowing my desire to become real. We took one of my Daddy's original figures and made a pattern. Charlie, husband of one of my best friends Sherry, cut the wood pieces for me, delivered them to me and then I froze. Here I had these pieces of wood that sat waiting for my touch and I was petrified to move forward so there they sat. Nicely standing like little wooden soldiers waiting for me to determine how I was going to move forward and then it hit me. Angels. I love them. I feel them. They watch over me just as I know that my Daddy does. The decision was made and I began working with them. I added the things that I enjoy working with...vintage papers and images, layers of depth and inking, halos from vintage findings and wings from vintage tin. They brought me peace and made me smile......I created my own way to honor my Daddy by using one of his own personal patterns and created something that I know he would have been pleased with.
These are the angels I will be teaching at Kecia's studio this summer and I can't wait to see how others use their memories and love to create an angel to honor their loved ones.
For information on taking the class at Kecia's Lemoncholy's Studio please email her at: firstname.lastname@example.org
Sending much love to you all for happy memories, blessings and hearts filled with joy.