Where the Wild things are- I wanted a boy like Max.

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When I was pregnant, I spent endless hours  thinking about 2 things. The name I was going to give my son, and the books I was going to read to him. The  thing about being in a strong and healthy relationship is the fact that certain decisions have to be made by both parents. So I couldn’t really have my way with his name, but maybe that was a good thing. On the other hand, the great thing about being in a strong healthy relationship  is that  parents divide their duties with their children and in this case, literature and education were left totally in my hands.

I spent hours looking for the best picture books with the best stories possible and out of everything, Where the Wild things are, just stood out in every sense. In my eyes, little Max causing mischief of all kinds, sent to bed without dinner, and then dreaming of becoming the king of the Wild things is just too perfect a way to describe a boy.To think that in all this book maybe has 10 sentences and that it is mostly made of pictures makes it even more powerful.

I never managed to find a wolf suit, but I did dress my baby as a wild little cuddly bear. I took some snaps when he was asleep but I drew his sleepy face whilst I was wearing him in  the carrier. I really hope my son grows up to have an incredible imagination  like Max. It would make his childhood magical.

And whilst I was drawing him, I kept repeating to myself…’I’ll eat you up I love you so’

 

 

 

On Being An Artist and a Mother

 

 

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I am not a great writer and will never be,  but I still am going to use the power of the internet and jot down in words how it feels to be a mother and an artist other than my colourful artworks.

It feels AMAZING .

Yes it is wonderful being the mother of such an amazing child and yes I do not have as much time as I used to  to paint, but the few minutes I  do, are more powerful than ever before.

I would  also like to take the opportunity to say thank you in this post.

I want to thank my amazing mother and father for giving me ongoing support and for loving  their grandson so much.

I also would like to thank my friends who have given me support in hard times  .

I would also like to thank the people who tried to destroy me and ravage all my work and efforts when they found me weak and unable to defend myself. You have showed me a side of  humanity that I didn’t know existed and I dedicate the above painting to you.

Your lies, your deceit, your masterplan in making me look bad and destroy my family when I was pregnant and when I had just given birth  just made me stronger.

This artwork is about  just that- The inner strength, the magic and the powerful force of nature that I had to summon in order to come back and gather the strength to come back  and be who I am – a lion.

Thank you