Explosion of Love
It worries me that we have devalued this emotion, the emotion to be romantic and to care for each other. We are so full of what we love, so aware of the desire to be loved. I was moved to read the blogs of what people had done for mothers day in the USA. Mothers day is long gone here in the UK, a distant memory.
I was not brought up in a home where love was ever spoken of. I knew my father cared deeply for me even though he never told me so.
So love has always had deep meanings for me. It is something I keep coming back to. In my thoughts and in my art. Much of my art is a desire to express love, the love of people, the love of nature, my love of music. My making art for others is another attempt. I never fail to tell my children how much I love them, and if they read this they know it is true.
This was my first attempt to express love in art. I played the music that moved me inwardly and I hit the canvas with paint. This is what happened. I am sure it speaks more to me than to any others but speak to me it does.
Where is it now?
Painted in acrylic as one of three small paintings.
This blog is linked to my other where I speak of love.:- Show Me
