Finish my oil painting

Ugghhh…Melissa Melissa, why can’t you finish any of your art projects?? I just don’t want to. It’s a 3 painting series that I wanted to do….the field I saw when I hemorrhaged and almost died….who knows why so many people report seeing the same thing when they are near death. I don’t know and I don’t have an explanation. I just wanted to paint it from three different vantage points. I only painted it from 1/2 so far. ugggghhhh!

I want to paint his duplex across the street. It’s pretty with the tree in front. I want to give it to Eddie, because he owns that building. I always want to do things to make him smile. I like it when he smiles.

He’s single, girls, and 32 years old. If you ever meet him he will just steal your heart away, he’s just the most precious thing. But the price always comes…because then he’ll take your heart and stomp on it and rub it in the dirt and then just toss it in the garbage. I’m sorry to say, he’s one of those.

But I’m lucky because he’s just my platonic friend, so I can make him a painting and enjoy his smile. To me, he’s just the sweetest thing.

I have a 3 painting set that I want to do…I’m only halfway through the first one….it’s a series of fields from far away, closer, and then close up to the ground.

There’s someone walking away from the viewer in the first two. It’s a young person walking away from life into death. Sound morbid?

This set has personal meaning to me in that I almost died once about 10 years ago. I miscarried and hemorrhaged at the same time, and instead of going to the hospital, I decided to go to sleep, and I found myself in a field, not walking towards something, but walking swiftly away from something, and never feeling more peaceful and at ease…grass up to my waist, no path…sun on my shoulders (even though we were in winter), white daisy flowers, but no insects or birds. No wildlife sounds. And no fear!

My daughter’s voice from very far away pulled me back…and I was not happy to turn around. The second I turned I woke up and she was shaking me furiously with tears running down her face..she’d been there awhile…she literally saved my life by waking me so I could get to the hospital in time for a complete blood transfusion (or better described as a refill). The doctor confirmed that I was on death’s door, so we give her all the credit.

So I tell her now that we’re even, as I participated in giving her life, and she saved mine only 6 years later..it’s amazing what your children can do; don’t under-estimate them…