Day 17 - An Art Piece (drawing, sculpture, painting, etc)

I'm not sure what this challenge title is looking for....I guess it's trying to get me to talk about a favourite or something. I guess that's the whole point of this. A few prompts to get me writing, give me a subject and let me prattle on to an audience that may or may not exist. I'm of course not really putting myself out there, so I can't complain that I've not got much of an audience. Not to mention my entries are nothing if not sporadic. It will come. I'll get more proficient at this and find my niche. Ok, so back to art.

I like art. I like to make art, look at art, encourage art and even occasionally review art. Art is so subjective, what it makes one person feel, another cannot. Even what one person sees, another may not. The prevalence of colour blindness always makes me wonder if art can be truly appreciated by all, so many nuances just not seen. Even with out colour blindness effecting the visuals, there are so many different styles of art, that one may see, or infer, something from a piece that another may not "see". Maybe we see something the artist never intended, should we see it, is it wrong, or maybe we are sensing something within ourselves and it makes the artist that much happier that it was "seen". I don't know. Perhaps I'm reading too far into today's subject. Maybe this is why I've procrastinated this entry for so long. If I put something here, what will people see in me, in my choice? I guess this is where I have difficulties with blogging in general. My one moment in time, one post, one snapshot into my thoughts and ramblings may cause someone to form an opinion of myself that is not entirely accurate. It may be a good thing, I've seen social media skyrocket bloggers based on a moment of "brilliance" but I've seen the opposite happen all too often as well. A few moments with the key board and they are now targets for strangers to stalk, and bash. I'm suddenly reminded of  the scene from Indiana Jones: The Last Crusade when he finally enters the chamber where the Knight of Templar is guarding the last cup. When the Knight says "You must choose. Choose wisely.." Always choose your words carefully.

But Steggie, it's just an opinion on a piece of art on a blog that no one is reading...(sorry, I mean not to offend anyone who is reading, you are not a nobody, you are definitely a somebody, and don't ever let anyone tell you any less, otherwise I will come and kick their ass). Damn I get derailed a lot don't I. Well, if you've read this far, then I congratulate you. I now present to you, one of (see not the only, just one, as I am a whole person with many likes and dislikes, many facets to my personality) the pieces of art that inspires me to one day become a better artist.

Fused Glass bowl by Kay Sekimachi

Day 16 - A song that makes me cry

I would rather post about a song that makes me happy.  I don't always like talking about what makes me cry, the reasons I cry are usually because of something painful. I know it is important in order for my readers to understand me and that I should put it all out there but I'm not going to like it!

I'm not really a church goer, that's a whole other story that I may go into one day, but I was raised in the church. My Dad had an amazing singing voice, and often sang in the choir. We sang a lot around our house, but it's the hymns that stick in my mind.

When ever I hear "How Great Thou Art", I struggle to keep it together. I can just hear him. See him. Feel him. I miss him.

Another, more contemporary song that gets to me is One of these days by the Foo Fighters. I remember listening to the radio on my way to see my Mom when she was in the Palliative Care home. The lyrics struck me. I knew that we didn't have long. From the time she was diagnosed to the time we lost her was less than a month. It went very quickly. It was a rough ride. The tears flowed as I drove to see her. To sit with her. She couldn't talk, she was blinded, she couldn't move. I felt the same. I sat and knit and just was there. It was too hard to think about the reality, to think that I was losing both of my parents.

One of these days your heart will stop and play its final beat
One of these days the clocks will stop and time won't mean a thing

and 

One of these days your eyes will close and pain will disappear

I'm pretty sure they aren't talking about losing someone in terms of someone dying, but it fits just as well. Now, when I hear this song, I remember that time. I remember taking those drives to the next town, the town that was supposed to be a home for us both again, to visit my dying Mother. A disease where we as a her children had to decide to not treat it because she would have had no quality of life. It wasn't a cure, there is no cure, it simply would have prolonged her death and left her an invalid (she had already lost all control of her left side, including her vision and speech). But after having to decide to pull the plugs on Dad, it seemed so unfair that we had to make this choice too. 

Gah! See, I told you I didn't want to post about this. It's all rather depressing now, and that is not who I am. Yes, I've had depression, I've had depressing things happen in my life, but I don't like to dwell on it. There is too much to be happy about. Too much to celebrate. I had amazing parents, and i am thankful for their love and guidance. Thankful for how they raised me, what they taught me and I wouldn't be the person I am today without them. I know they were a rare gift. Does it suck that I lost them so early, why yes, yes it does! But I at least had an opportunity to have them for as long as I did. Always a silver lining, that's the greatest lesson they ever taught me.