loveisloveislove. 48x36in
At the age of 5, my parents gave me the rubric of the person I would marry. There were religious criteria that felt like a noose around my neck. I became hypersensitive to who fit the criteria and always found myself disappointed that the people I was attracted to didn’t make the cut.
With the hammer of disownment hanging over my head, I took the list seriously until I reached adolescence and realized the idea that I couple with someone who met my parent’s criteria had nothing to do with my joy --It was their small mindedness trying to railroad my heart. God knows they were far from happy. I mustered the courage to make my own list and trust myself.
I choose a mate who has been spectacular.
Ironically, my parent’s efforts left me disowning formal religion and replacing it with my own brand of spirituality based on kindness and love.
Unexpectedly my parents embraced my guy. And stayed away from questioning my religion.
This journey of trusting my own heart & choices has made me a warrior for anyone who made to feel less for who they love and who they are.
This painting “loveisloveislove” evolved from this passionate respect for anyone fighting against the imposition of what their love is supposed to be—of wishing them the courage to continue down the path to their own happiness despite resistance from others.
In this new year, with the potential for all things, wishing you hope, love, peace and acceptance for who you are and who you love, especially yourself.
Namaste.
Side note: this piece is full of mixed media. For Christmas, my daughter gave me some vintage ephemera including a early 20th century letter of apology written from a mother about her son’s behavior—it was meant for this piece along with vintage poetry, a typewritten travel log, fabric, shopping bags, my beloved flash cards, fabric (some from vintage saris), paper, an old Xmas postage stamp and many many layers…
With the hammer of disownment hanging over my head, I took the list seriously until I reached adolescence and realized the idea that I couple with someone who met my parent’s criteria had nothing to do with my joy --It was their small mindedness trying to railroad my heart. God knows they were far from happy. I mustered the courage to make my own list and trust myself.
I choose a mate who has been spectacular.
Ironically, my parent’s efforts left me disowning formal religion and replacing it with my own brand of spirituality based on kindness and love.
Unexpectedly my parents embraced my guy. And stayed away from questioning my religion.
This journey of trusting my own heart & choices has made me a warrior for anyone who made to feel less for who they love and who they are.
This painting “loveisloveislove” evolved from this passionate respect for anyone fighting against the imposition of what their love is supposed to be—of wishing them the courage to continue down the path to their own happiness despite resistance from others.
In this new year, with the potential for all things, wishing you hope, love, peace and acceptance for who you are and who you love, especially yourself.
Namaste.
Side note: this piece is full of mixed media. For Christmas, my daughter gave me some vintage ephemera including a early 20th century letter of apology written from a mother about her son’s behavior—it was meant for this piece along with vintage poetry, a typewritten travel log, fabric, shopping bags, my beloved flash cards, fabric (some from vintage saris), paper, an old Xmas postage stamp and many many layers…
