Mother and Child – large oil on canvas – circa 1985

The moment I saw my friend with her new born baby, I experienced a tableaux that suggested gentleness and peace. The placement of the sheets represented the baby entering a world filled with both protection and turmoil.

May all my blog friends experience joy and peace during this holiday season.

Remember that hummingbirds continue to weave their unseen magic.

38 thoughts on “Mother and Child – large oil on canvas – circa 1985

  1. davidjrogersftw

    Thank you, Janet, for a wonerful reveiw of your beautiful posts. I hope you have a blessed new year. Yesterday diana and I visited our 22 month old twin grandaighters. It was wonderful to be kissing, if even while we wore face masks. Stay well and as always happy thoughts to you David

    1. janetweightreed10 Post author

      Good morning David….Wonderful to hear that you and Diana got to be with the twins and kiss them:). I hope you had a lovely Christmas and that the new year brings us good things. I have been thinking about you….as I have printed out your last post ‘How to Follow the Way of the Writer’ on my desk…and will be responding early in the new year.
      I have enjoyed a very lovely Christmas with friends, and am now looking forward to the new year. I always like to have my desk in order as we move into this new territory:).
      We continue to experience very mild weather in this part of the UK.

      Happy New Year my friend. Talk in the new year. Janet X

  2. davidjrogersftw

    I’m happy you like my latest post, and it pleases me immensely that you think about me. I think about you too, of course. Christmas means a lot to me because of happy memories of childhood Christmasses and Christmas music–the Jingle Bells and White Christmas type of music. Three years ago our daughter Alice-Al–asked if we wanted to go with her family to spend a Chistmas week in Spain and Portugal. Diana said yes but I said I’d perefer to stay home. My thinking was that if I went I would miss out on Christmas music. But they talked me into going, What a surprise–everywhere we went in Spain and Portugal Christmas music was played. and it was American Christmas music with American singers, the same recordings I would have heard if I stayed home!

    It sounds like you’re all organized and ready for next year’s projects. For some reason I’m just not in the swing of things yet, but you are an inspiration to me. I hope you and your loved ones are well and happy and will be all year long, with many blessings.

    1. janetweightreed10 Post author

      I did enjoy this post. I like the term ‘Writing as a Way.’….and yes writing does open up new aspects of oneself. If I allow myself to delve deep enough I find that I learn all sorts of things about the inner me! An exciting adventure.
      Once again I find that there are so many similarities between the writer and the painter.. The more I write the more I realise this. The ’emotional release of losing oneself in the work is exactly the same as painting. . I have written before how I believe that artists keep at it through thick and think- feast or famine because of this emotional release. Once one experiences this, it’s like a powerful drug – much more is desired.
      I was just talking to someone the other day about my complete contentment in being alone….which we agreed probably came down to my being an only child. From the beginning I spent so much time alone…that it became my natural state and still is.

      Having said that I do enjoy the company of others…for a while:)

      Interestingly I find myself these days hoping for enough years to finish writing my book….rather than just painting. It’s as if the two elements of my life have joined up.

      Happy New Year to you, Diana and all the family. Janet :)XX

      1. davidjrogersftw

        Janet, thank you for this comment which tells me even more about your thoughts on the creative process. I like it so much that you are a serious creative who reflects on her talent and is open to information. I was just talking to my son about being alone, which he too values at times. Long ago for a long time I was alone from early morning to late at night while Diana was away. and among other things I sometimes talked to myself and fell in love with our house that I came to know so well. I thought I would write a book about it–the cracks in the ceiling, the places where the floor boards creaked, its every feature because it was my company. I did the laundry and jobs around the house, like wiring a switch, and wrote and wrote. Diana would call at noon.

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