I've been painting, in watercolors. A friend from grief counseling talked me into picking up some paints and brushes a couple of weeks ago and in the past week or two i have really gotten into it.

I'm not an artist; can't draw a straight line or a person's likeness that approximates that person's looks. can't draw a sign in the road!?An Amateur Mourning Map for Mothers of the Recently Murdered is a poem i wrote not long after Bekah died. Today while tinkering over the above watercolor [the blob on the right is courtesy of one of the pride of small lions who are less civilized daily, but that's a different post entirely], i recalled that poem.

I thought about Shock Summit, which is where "mourning begins" according to my poem, and how the Hills of Horror ensue after Shock Summit, then the mortuary, after which the bereaved mother of a murder victim enters hell. And i thought about having a sign right there, and what it might say. Not just to the mothers, but to anyone.

But it is a true fact that I am not an artist by trade, vocation, or avocation. So i turned the picture over to try and make a sign. fortunately! tomorrow maybe i'll share the flip side of this picture. right now, i'm falling out.

sleep tight blog world...:)
- posted by barbara @ 8/08/2002 02:01:00 AM