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Another of my early art adventures back when my kids were in high school, and I was attending the local community college will also always amuse.  I’d love to say I have pictures, and indeed, I do, but they are in .pdf format and won’t show well here.

I decided to do a large scale sculpture in my class, because they had all the needed equipment, and all I needed was some plywood, some fittings, and a way to protect the points of it.  The plan was to reproduce in plywood a much larger version of a smaller welded piece I’d done already.  I liked it, having gotten the idea from a dream of breaking pencils, and trying to put them back together.  Inspiration often comes in the middle of the night for art pieces.

I constructed the separate sections using the table saw, radial arm saw, and assembled some fittings, clamps, and welded some simple tips, so my plywood would not be sitting in muddy earth, rotting too quickly.

The day came to assemble it, and the guys all helped me carry the pieces out to the front of our class building, and we proceeded to assemble it.  It was one of the funniest days I spent over there.  Early ’80’s, and heck, I guess the guys never thought a girl could plan how to assemble a structure she planned and built herself.  Oh, no.  Four guys struggled away trying to put it together, and I was just in their way!  LOL!  After they struggled and threw up their hands, I stepped forward, and explained the process, piece by piece, and VOILA!  It was done!  I have pictures of the struggle that day to which I often refer when I want a good laugh.  But they are in .pdf format, and not good for this.

Here’s the finished piece.  It stood in front of that building for a while, and was entered into a juried show on the campus there.  The juror was Joan Mondale, wife of the Vice President, who was a patron and promoter of the arts while they were in Washington.  My piece was accepted, and a prominent spot in the center of the campus was chosen for it’s display.  On the day I took it there to assemble it, I had just the aid of my oldest daughter, and we had it together in less than half an hour.  A couple of the guys who had struggled so with it showed up when we finished it, and had a good laugh with us.

My Trag was in my back yard for many years after than, although I had to move it at one point, to satisfy the homeowners association.  When the plywood began to disintegrate inside the metal tips, I finally took it down, and to the dump.  I should have taken more pictures, I guess.

I think the last thing I did was back to painting, and just had to be my portrait of my glamorous sis.  Don’t recall doing anything after that, because computers got in my way.  🙂

I can hardly find it now, because the old eyeball tree is covered with God’s gift to us all, flowers!  A bush I cannot even identify has grown and almost completely covered it.  It’s still the only one in Reston, probably Virginia as well.  Why, maybe it’s the only one in the country!

My daughters both studied art, and both dabbled in Sculpture, as did I.  For many years, I’ve had family art adorning my living room walls, and floor, too, for that matter.  There was once a plaster seated nude, life size, right by my front window where we now place the Christmas tree each season.  I have a rather large perhaps 3.5 ft puzzle piece leaning against one wall as well.  The plaster nude is now defunct, as is my own sculptural adventure of 7 ft. in plywood which disintegrated after many years in the back yard.  Plywood just doesn’t last that long.

Self portraits are here as well, and a huge painting of one daughter painted by the other.  I like his room.  Spend lots of computer time in it reminding me of past interests.  Love of art is in me, and obviously in them as well.

The eyeball tree was a sculpture project.  An exploration into metal, and welding.  What a unique idea!  It’s rusty now, and the eyeballs have faded, but still stands there as a reminder of days past.

Scanning through the 17,000 pictures I have on this hard drive, I cannot find a picture of my eyeball tree, but I know it’s there somewhere.  So, the mama fox from two years ago, feeding her young on the run will have to do.

I know this isn’t an original thought, and I know someone else wrote about this just recently, because I saw it.  Every time I go out to walk the dog, or get in the car, I’m reminded.  Every time, I see it.  I feel it.

We all have needs, and yes, God provided for all our needs.  Food in abundance, ways to make shelters, others with which we can share our blessings, a variety of weather types to teach us to care for ourselves.

But God didn’t stop there.  All the plants He made could have reproduced without the glory of a flower, but He gave us a very special something!  Beauty!  He gave us a special blessing!  It cannot be called anything but a blessing!  A flower is a show, a gift only for our eyes, a glorious manifestation of God’s love for us.  There’s no other possible reason for them!  They are God’s gift for us every day!  And a constant reminder of blossoming of new life each spring.  Some glow with beauty all summer long, and some start again and bloom only in the fall seasons.

What a gift!  What a God we have!  If there’s any doubt in your heart of His love for us, understand flowers are for all of us!  The sinners and guilty, too, get this wonderful show, this manifestation of His love.

I’m not saying midnight, I’m saying mid night, because it’s way past midnight.  But I can’t sleep.  And I’m not plagued by nightmares or scary things at all.  I can’t sleep because I have memories that are just too precious and wonderful not to mention.

My first was such a wonderful thing, and would sit wherever I put her, not wiggle around, not fall over, just sit and look around her, with wonder and delight in her tiny face!  If close to something, like a vase with flowers, she would reach out her tiny hand and touch it, so gently, as though to sense it’s beauty and her expression was as though she absorbed it.

I almost lost her once.  Colic drops caused her to choke.  Ignorant and unknowing mother that I was, either instinct or God took over in that instance, and I grabbed her by the feet, and held her upside down, patting strongly on her back.  I’d say it was God telling this dumb inexperienced mom what to do, because those drops came shooting out, and she screamed.

I cried.  I have no idea why God was with me that day, because I hadn’t given Him a thought in years, and yet I know now, He was there for us both that day.  Words cannot begin to express how something like that can make you feel.  There’s no way to describe many of the events of simple motherhood that I’ve experienced.

Sometimes, the memories I have of them beginning to walk, run, read, sing, put their arms around my neck and call me “Mom” are so overwhelming, I realize that that is what makes me happy, and that is why I still love this old guy who provided for us throughout it all, who must have been sent by God.  How else could it have happened?  There really is a loving God for whom I am so very grateful everyday for the love and experiences I’ve had.

And grandma, now that’s too sweet to even begin to describe.