I grew up in the tranquility of the forest, in a cool nursery under
the Oak, Birch and Chestnut trees. The voice of a loving human
mother was not to be, yet the mother I had was very dear to me.
Her voice was that the wind, the voice that I could understand she
fanned my enchanted dreams. The sun found me through the
branches, a welcome warm beam.
I grew up with many strange voices, it was my father who took care
of me, and he really tried. So I flourished under heavenly skies, I am
silent in my loneliness, a motherless child after she died.
Today I wanted to share another painting with my followers and visitors. My daughter loves the Orca; when she moved into a new home she asks that I paint her a picture for one wall in her den that was home to many of her Orca memorabilia. The painting below is the results; she has only one child; I instantly thought of “mama and baby” for the theme.
[Please click on the painting to see a more vivid view of colors and movement]