Many moons ago I was part of a year-long study group with Brugh Joy, an amazing spiritual teacher. We were given an exercise to get to know our ancestors and family, and write about it. I painted it. I painted portraits of people gone, people I had never met — my paternal grandparents and dad — and, as it relates to this post, my siblings. On the people I had never met I was to meditate to find what I knew about them, petition my dreams, and in my case, sketch. I learned a lot about those that were dead. When my mom saw the paintings of the people I had not met or didn’t know hardly at all, after I explained some of the symbols I used, she said I had caught them. Possibly I heard stories unconsciously; who knows?
At the time I was only painting about a year, but I already loved painting BIG.
I like painting a series; then your paintings tell a story. Mine tells the story of my crazy crazy family, colorful characters all, and many creatives! I always wished that the images could have been seen altogether in a gallery or even at my home by everyone living, but that was impossible. Most were eventually given to the family member.
Below are the four canvases I painted of my brothers and I.
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