|Word Face II ~ Cindy Aune|
There is a tightening of the muscles I didn't even know I still had in my abdomen. These moments are why we need distractions. You tell me a story because I'm having a problem stomaching mine. It's five thirty and I haven't eaten anything so I heat up a spinach souffle.
|Word Face I ~ Cindy Aune|
I should have taught him to eat better, take better care of himself. I could have done better at that. He's smart though. He knows. He may just do it despite me (think that's what I've been counting on).
Now I realize why I was drawn to Cindy Aune's work. I think it is the honesty of those faces, that sometimes we say shit. we're scared, frightened like a child who tries to jump from the doorway to the bed just in case someone under there will grab her legs.
|Matted Word Faces ~ Cindy Aune $65|
I feel selfish.
disappointed that he could live without me.
fearful that he can't because I didn't tell him something important.
paralyzed by the thought we're losing something.
guilt because I could have done better.
Then he smiles, tells me he loves me and gives me a hug.
He is good.
This is the Publisher's Clearing House of raising a kid.
Today I am grateful for art, for Cindy Aune and for all those times as a child I practiced jumping from the door to the bed.