Do you suppose the baby in the stroller is forth or fifth generation from her mature family member? This family from Ukraine walked by my house most everyday for a long time but by the time I’d thought to make the picture and finished it I saw them no more. I was disappointed I couldn’t show them the drawing, perhaps they’d moved.
The sketch is drawn in Crayola Crayolas. Crayons remind me of kids- kids remind me of family- and that’s what all of my children’s books are about. I do believe in the heavens when a person stands up and proudly says, “I am Jane Austen!” then another says, “I am Napoleon!” then a third stands to say, “I am a mother!” It’s then that everyone will stand up and cheer!
Buy good and interesting kids books and when your kids are “too big” for them leave them cracked open standing up side ways on the shelf or table and when the kids are corrected because of mischief or discouraged, scared, or rebellious they’ll see the books and feel and remember the bonds of family. Books shared together are a life- long gluing agents.
Across shoulders web
my wrist dangling spider jewel
left on leaf silk shawl. nancymauerman.com
Most every time I’ve visited Washington state I find Mt. Rainier floating her massive shadow across the cloud covered sky. I’ve never seen this in Portland Oregon where I live with my friend Mt Hood.
In my new book, ‘Anna’s Robin’ Anna shrinks to mouse size and hops on her robin’s back and they soar through mountain shadows in the sky. Anna and her robin also discover other wonderful oddities in nature but mostly the book speaks about how much Anna is loved by her Mom, her robin and her Father in Heaven who created the wonderful oddities.
Below is a crayola crayon portrait of Anna. I drew this when my daughter was small.and still wearing her red hat all day, every day, to the store, to friends homes, to church and to bed. nancymauerman.com
When you watch the tub more than you look at yourself you’ll be surprised when you glance in the mirror.
I find I’m not only lacking false eye lashes but I’m not shaped like a pencil. Do I need a mirror app or can I face the fullness of reality? nancymauerman.com
Self Portrait With A Green Scarf
My husband John died. Verdi’s Requiem is my mirror with its pain, eminence beauty, and the loudest drums I’ve ever felt.
The picture below is from my book Anna’s Robin. The first three pages speak of a gentle sorrow and a big adventure;
Anna was leaving again, Wearing her red hat high. She carried an alligator purse, And kissed her mama goodbye.
She left but don’t moan Momma, Don’t moan Momma, Don’t moan Momma, she’ll come home soon.
Anna shrank to mouse size and hopped on her robin’s back. The robin’s chest was rusty orange and her had a yellow beak. And because they’d been friends for a long time, He sang her a robin song raspy and sweet.
John’s on a big adventure, I’m the pain waiting to see him again, I’m in the beauty of memory, and I’m feeling the big drums of life of Verdi’ Requiem. nancymauerman.com
Anna’s Robin 3
My husband made the
mail lady cry when I
told her he had died.
The Madonna’s stuck
up a tree holding her babe
she knows the scriptures.
I wear my pain like
a heavy purse laden with
memories of joy.
Madonna Up A Tree
Mom In Five Flavors is a crayola crayon drawing of John’s mom petting her cat in front of four pictures. Top right picture shows her in her eighties kayaking. Bottom right shows her on the same trip wearing panty hose instead of a suit because she’d refused to bring one. When she changed her mind and decided to swim she pulled panty hose high above her head, Mom being so short, then wrapped the hose around and around her torso for modesty.
Top left is an Outsider Art painting I’d made of a shadow. The shadow in flying- a bird shadow. Mom and I both made strange pictures for our walls. The picture on the bottom left is of a photo she’d taken years ago of Patty but showing only her skirt, knees and bare feet.. Her grand children would come to play often, dress up in her clothes, become princesses and dance in the backyard. Mom laughed and danced too while she snapped pictures. So for years I’d get an envelope in the mail stuffed full of pictures. Sometimes four inches of the top of a head labeled on the back,Chelsea, or feet, or knees, and always labelled with grand children’s names. Mom knew I’d treasure an interesting way of looking and saving memories. nancymauerman.com
Mom In Five Flavors
Johnny my husband died a few weeks ago and it hurts. But I’m not complaining.
I drew Portrait With Lizards a few years before I met John and since that time his love and providing care have made me a giant. (To see his photo see my blog on July 23.)
Most of my life I have hurt in anguish. Now I hurt with love mixed in. John’s biggest passion in life was to help the people around him be successful so he touched family, friends, neighbors, VA hospital staff, and our church family in deep and profound ways. While driving if he had to decide whether to speed up and cut in front of a bus, or slow down and let the bus go first he always choose to slow because,”The bus driver was working, I’m only going to the store.” He’d look and watch for wild crazy ways to help even strangers walking by on the sidewalk. Most of the stories, stored inside me, are private and I laugh to remember them.
My friends, neighbors, family and church family are bigger now because of John and are so caring toward me. So my hurting is mixed with John’s love and theirs. Thanks John. I love you. nancymauerman.com
Portrait With Lizards