Remembering a Place with Art
My friend Jill and I go back to Freshman year in High School. She was two years older and seemed to know more about everything. She still does, really. In high school, we would cruise Main street (no, I’m not kidding) eat junk food and get ready for dates in my bathroom. When we took the trip in the country to go to her farm we would lay on the bed, trying on clothes and listening to Mirah Carrey. Anyhow, we have remained friends over this time, reconnecting over motherhood.
Jill’s dad lost his battle with cancer in 2015. She has taught me so much about grief, and grace. The farm that Jill grew up on went beyond the walls of the house and into the lines of trees and corrals around the farm. As could be expected, the feel of the farm changed without her dad present. Her mom decided to leave the farm and move to be closer to Jill, her brother, and the grandkids. While Jill was thrilled to have her mom so close she also had to process emotions regarding her childhood home and loss.
I took my kids and husband out to Jill’s farm on a cold April day and took pictures.
I chose acrylic paint and hints of gold leaf as my medium, I ended up adding pastel for a subtle color top layer.
Hopefully, this little piece helps hold Jill’s childhood home in more than just a memory.