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|Acrylic on bead board|
I wrote this post last week, did a few pieces of art that were horrible. This artwork I revamped by gessoing over an old piece I did a few months back. I started out by just playing with color. Sadly the place in my kitchen I planned to hang it is milometers too tight to fit over the door...rrrr.... Anyway, now that I see in on my blog I know I'm not finished, or happy with it !! So again it will be doctored!! Or gessoed over !!
My brother was bullied when he was very young because of a learning disability . He fought back. It resulted in me being summoned to the principals office during lunch. I'd retrieve him so he could safely hang with me for the rest of the break!! Five years his senior I took him under my wing including him with my friends!!
|Original Acrylic on bead board still a work in progress!|
That same little boy had a spanking almost everyday from a very young age, because he was so called "busy!" I'm not exaggerating either, mom often bragged about it when he got older. Seriously there were only a very few times he really deserved it!!
My spirit had been broken years before, I knew to be good,
"not busy!" In fact, when I was three, I spoke up to my mother who often spanked me with a rubber spatula. She responded by smacking me. I was then warned not to be "cheeky". Confused, I humbly asked, "What's cheeky?" She smacked me again, ranting "that's cheeky!" Perplexed, I still never knew the literal meaning or what I'd done wrong.
|Doing a digital color edit really helps me to see the color changes needed to make it more cohesive.|
How could she smack her inquisitive three year old?....I never understood how anyone can smack a little one? Many parents unfairly demean and reprimand their kids with nasty corporal punishment. Do you stand by, or say something?
Mom always wanted dad to back her up. He was of the mind that two giant adults (one Five feet, the other five nine) towering over one little child was never a fair situation. He felt one parent could easily handle a child on their own. As I write this I wonder if he even knew how hard she was on me when he wasn't around. I do know he felt she mishandled things when we were teens!
|An even better perspective on color changes needed!!|
I often disciplined my child with my eyes, I preferred to correct her bad behavior! Warning her to "change her attitude!" Thankfully that all worked, but when it didn't, we talked it out! Sometimes I even compromised!! I always let my child know the expected behavior! I followed through too, with discipline that withheld a privilege she enjoyed!! I was lucky though, I had a sweet child to start with. Her heart would have broken if I had been too hard on her!
|Found the little Love box to match the peace one, it houses my pencils, brushes, marker and pens!!|
Today I heard about a young adult male who after much acting out, is now, in serious legal trouble. I remember this sweet, sweet boy, how his parents demeaned him after he made the most awesome apple pie. Nothing he ever did was good enough. They were mean! He's never been an integral part of my life, but a huge part of my friends life. I was never impressed by his obnoxious, sarcastic parents. Although they appeared jovial and fun, their behavior had no proper boundaries, sadly this boy is now the fall guy. It makes my gut ache for this kid. I have no idea what will happen to his life...
His story takes me back fifty years when I was in grade one. Standing on the stairs in the school ground a little boy put his hands around my neck and choked me as hard as his six year old hands could squeeze. I have no idea what made him finally release. It was traumatic, I still remember not being able to breath. I was terrified. I hated that boy. He got all D's in school, was in the lowest reading group. In retrospect he had an obvious undetected learning disability, compounded with a mean streak. I avoided him for the next four years attending that elementary school. He was busy. I can still see that little blond boy jetting around in my minds eye!!
Years later my mother did his grandmothers hair, she told mom how severely this boy was beaten and abused by his father!! When the boy was twenty-one he was put in jail, where he hung himself! His name was Teddy Foster! He'd be fifty six, had he lived!! Too bad no one spoke up for him sooner!!