It's interesting where life takes you after a marriage has broken down
and you've finally picked yourself up out of the dust.
It seems when you just get your footing a little child comes in and topples you slightly, unknowingly.
This Christmas, Bree wanted to draw something for her dad and his girlfriend "Loonette".
Apparently they're all into freaky tattoos and facial peircings, and so Bree wanted to do cartoon self portraits of them all goulish and stitched up...and so her artisitc mother was put to the task of creating something for her to color.
As much as I hesitated,
I was eager to pull out something from my inner talents
that would stand out to them in a way that I would not appear so
distant from who they really are.
As much as Marc thinks we have nothing in common,
Bree makes a point of always reminding him,
"Mom does that too," or "Mom goes there, too", or Mom Likes that too".
Bree says he always stunned to hear that...
He just never bothered to get to know his own wife way back then.
So onto the drawings,
I drew them in the character I knew them to be.
Staring at each other,
suspecting something or hiding something.
There is a lot "Loonette" does not realize about Marc,
the secrets he keeps,
and she is very naieve to a
lot that went on with he and I.
......some of which she has been finding out over time.
So the drawings stare at each other doubting, fearing, speculating, not trusting, spying, watching every move because there is no basis to their relationship...
separate papers represent them never totally being together,
For this has always been Marc's pattern.
Bree washed it with a watercolor wash,
leaving things dreary,
worn and torn,
dull, meaningless...at least that's how I saw it.
She did a brilliant job with color.
a perfect likeness.
like old worn rag dolls.
lifeless,
to be tossed aside someday.
...because that is his pattern....
Loonette does not know that she is
Doll number 5
