This is a picture of my Annie Oakley from 1950's Saturday morning kid shows. Once for Xmas, my mom made me a "cowgirl skirt" and vest with fringe on them; she used a stencil and painted a small horse on the front of the vest. I also got my handy six-shooters and a cowgirl hat....and the hat had her ACTUAL signature on the hatband! I was one happy little cowgirl! I practiced my quick draw alone and with combinations of my sisters. I also practiced drawing and shooting from different positions, creeping quietly and slowlyyyy up behind people, jumping out of and off of trees, rocks,whatever. I was especially good at dying.... melodramatic?....unexpected?....slow?....fast?....painful? And, best of all, the one where you look dead and not moving.... and then....suddenly.....you stagger up and weave around shooting your gun while the others try shoot you actually dead. Which, of course, creates a deep need for "thespianism" from the future corpse.
I had a lot of fun and I absorbed a lot of power being Annie Oakley. I never did learn to shoot while standing on my horse's back....however, I did destroy the arms of the couch while trying. And I've given myself credit for effort....Annie would want it that way!
I've been super busy today, but for me finally. I've been able to get more done to close down my old business....and, oh, it feels so good. It's hard to imagine how much more time and energy I'll have. I was thinking today about my "hero" as a little girl, Annie Oakley. I didn't know anything about the "real" one, but I loved the one on television. She could stand up on a running horse, hit anything she aimed at, and was braver and smarter than all the males. She was a good role model for me since the only others were housewives (who really seemed to like being in the kitchen). The following are some of my small cowgirl collages:
I thought I was approaching the end of my business drama, and I still am....approaching it, that is. Another unexpected thing happened and it got very unpleasant, but it's (supposed to be) behind me now. Because of all this, I'm still working on the Madonna piece. It's amazing how dealing with things like this and all that negative energy just absolutely sucks the life out of me. I could sleep twenty hours a day and still be tired. I hope to be finished soon though. Until then, some oldies you haven't seen:
This is an email I received asking permission to use this picture of one of my pieces for a poster and playbill for a play created by women in prison in Australia. The women themselves were responsible for the play's content and the acting which focused on where they came from and where they were headed as they faced release. I gave my permission for this, a project to help support and empower women to take responsibility, to hope, and to work for change. This is also in honor of someone who has hit bottom, who has wanted to give up but didn't, who has created change out of the deepest pain, and whom I respect so much. She knows who she is.
I've always been drawn to madonna and mother and child images. I finished a small piece that I was only able to work on in tiny bits and increments over several months. I wasn't sure how she would turn out with the wild, crazy energy I've had as I worked on her....However, here she is:
I knew it had been a long time since I posted....but September? My life turned upside down and I've been trying to stay afloat. I'm slowly getting back on my feet. I'd been in private practice as a therapist for fourteen years with a very close friend. And I found out that for the past few years she misused and lied about money, taxes, etc. The betrayal hit me like a mountain fell on me! It's taken a long time to work my way through this emotionally and financially. The business is closed, the corporation is being dissolved, taxes are paid, and I have a new job working at a behavioral health business. There's still a lot to do, but I found myself able to take a normal breath this weekend. Perhaps I'll even sew again?