When I was running the art show circuit myself, showing my artwork, selling pieces on Etsy and Artfire, I hesitated sharing the details of my work and events with friends, coworkers and family. Mostly because my art work and poetry tends to have a dark undertone. This isn’t because I am dark…rather, it keeps me from being dark and depressed. Like anyone, my life has been peppered with painful experiences; sudden deaths, shattering news, misunderstandings that cannot be mended, multiple miscarriages, financial crisis and health scares….and dealing with the broken foster care system.
One painful- Kaliedoscope-heart making moment included my two sweet foster girls. I hadn’t planned on fostering, but they were in essence dropped in my lap. After completely changing my life, falling madly in love with them and setting up to adopt…they were ripped away. The faulty reasoning and legalize that surrounded those poor girls broke my heart. Helpless to do anything about it…I started painting more and more…and turned to poetry. Poetry is not a planned exercise for me. I don’t set about to write a poem, it basically pops into my head fully formed just waiting for me to write it out. That’s what is so magical about the Kaliedoscope poem to me. It didn’t go through rough drafts, or have an intended market..but it did make me realize how resilient I am and how this is just another piece in the puzzle of my life.
No, Litchfield does not have a Kangaroo farm. We were passing an alpaca farm and she had NO idea what those critters were. When everyone in the car laughed and corrected her, she was not the least bit embarrassed, or convinced. She proceeded to tell everyone we met from then on about the Kangaroos.
(and so does everyone who was in the car that day…her excitement was contagious and makes up happy just to imitate the funny way she said Kan -ga -ROOOOOS)