Well, I said some time ago, that I was going to do a painting of my relationship with my mother. I finally did it. It took quite some time, as I had surgery, life kept happening, and of course it wasnt the easiest painting in the world to do.
This painting is called The Key. It shows the dynamics of being trapped in a dysfunctional relationship. The only way out of this dysfunction would be to find the key to my mothers heart. However, that will never happen, as the key is hidden and far out of my sight. My mother has created a lush lovely world for herself, but in all reality has brought about dismal destruction with her actions or lack thereof. My sisters are in this painting also... just looking on. I will never be sure of their involvement in this little world, if any.
Please dont misunderstand this painting. I love my mother. This is just a close look at the relationship, which is nonexsistant. I have been disowned, written out of the will. My younger children dont know her, she makes no attempt to see them. It is a sad situation, and perhaps some day it will resolve itself.
On a brighter note, it made for a lovely painting.
