Okay this really makes me laugh. I wanted something different with this face. It looked more primitive. I used two wooden scrolly pieces that I painted bright orange for the hair. I does not quite look finished to me yet. It needs something else but I am not sure what. I call it my Hill Billy Sun for now. This is the fourth sun I have made.
Monday, January 21, 2013
Saturday, January 12, 2013
My Precious Little Son, David passed away in 1977. I have never forgotten his smile, his warmth, his love. The early morning of the day that he drowned, he left his family some special art work. I cut it from the wall and saved it.
I will always miss him.
This is the poem I wrote for him.
by Mary Flower
No other piece of artwork in the entire world can compare
To that of my sweet son.
He is not a Rembrandt or a Leonardo De Vinci.
But his artwork is so much greater to me.
For one summer morning,
I think he knew that God would call him home
to a place where he was needed more,
To leave his mother's and father's arms empty and aching.
And leave his brother and sister to play without him.
So on an unfinished bathroom wall,
And with a few crayons,
He scribbled out his heart as if to say:
"I love you, Remember me Please"