Someone once said that my nature was such that it was like 'always waiting for the other shoe to fall'.That was many years ago and to my amusement it has just recently bubbled up and fallen out of my head.The interesting bit of this little ramble is that the painting evolved (as they do) and I realised the little person sitting so bravely with her baseball bat waiting so patiently to swat the ? away,was me.And it is how I felt when going through chemotherapy.Of course one shoe= one breast,but you guessed that already.
Jo, this painting, & your commentary express so much.
ReplyDeleteYour pain, your sense of feeling alone, separate, from others. The shoe towers over you, so it appears to almost engulf you, but it wont. Your figure in the painting isnt helpless at all. She can swim away. Good one, Jo. Cheers, anne
So many years Jo and I never stopped wondering. Facebook led me to your blog and after reading it, it seems you have had both joy and sadness in bucketfuls.
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