Hi everyone,
I just wanted to share that as an artist I had an opportunity to create a piece for our CFF fundraiser which takes place tonight. I spent a lot of time with this piece and I think it speaks well to what we all go through together as caretakers of someone with CF.
I have no idea what to expect as this is my first public piece ever, but I hope it touches everyone's hearts and ripples out to all of you.
Cross your fingers and toes tonight...hope you can see it.
Here is a brief summary of the major aspects of the piece:
On the left side, are written words in silver from my journal during the initial year or so after diagnosis. These entries were writings from my deepest place of fear. On the other side are excerpts from the place of my deepest hope. The figures - male and female, mother and father - stand together, united in the effort to hold up their son, committed to raising themselves and their family up. It is in this gesture of surrender that we begin to understand that hope, healing and life can indeed flow more freely to us. My husband made the rose that the figures are holding from hand-dyed blood-red paper.
Warmly,
I just wanted to share that as an artist I had an opportunity to create a piece for our CFF fundraiser which takes place tonight. I spent a lot of time with this piece and I think it speaks well to what we all go through together as caretakers of someone with CF.
I have no idea what to expect as this is my first public piece ever, but I hope it touches everyone's hearts and ripples out to all of you.
Cross your fingers and toes tonight...hope you can see it.
Here is a brief summary of the major aspects of the piece:
On the left side, are written words in silver from my journal during the initial year or so after diagnosis. These entries were writings from my deepest place of fear. On the other side are excerpts from the place of my deepest hope. The figures - male and female, mother and father - stand together, united in the effort to hold up their son, committed to raising themselves and their family up. It is in this gesture of surrender that we begin to understand that hope, healing and life can indeed flow more freely to us. My husband made the rose that the figures are holding from hand-dyed blood-red paper.
Warmly,