The community of this piece reaches far and wide...family, old friends...and new.
Ellen (Bateman) Bulterman of the blog Tree Fishing joins the family of Remembrance,
My Mom and Dad on their wedding day
Jesse Benjamin Bateman, Jr. August 20, 1924 - July 21, 2009
Peggy Lee Deese Bateman December 13, 1931 – June 13, 1994
My father had the most wonderful, hearty laugh. Many, many years ago before my parents had even met, they were both at a party and my mother heard him across the room laughing. She told her girlfriend that evening that she was going to marry that man.
My Great-Grandmother (standing in her garden)
Bessie Gertrude Walker Woffard January 25, 1884 – August 18, 1983
My great-grandmother collected salt & pepper shakers and was known for her flower gardens and her out-of-this-world cooking.
My Great-Aunt and Great-Uncle
Harvey Bates Littlejohn May 13, 1912 – February 3, 2001
Wylma Kate Wofford Littlejohn January 19, 1913 – December 19, 1992
Willie and Bates loved to dance. At that time it was illegal to dance in the county where they lived, so they often traveled to the adjoining county and danced the night away.
Ora Elizabeth Gilley Bateman November 28,1893 – May 15, 1980
Whenever Grandma came to visit, she always had little gift surprises tucked in her suitcase for my two sisters and me.
the Art of Remembrance is another offspring the magical Monarch migration, this gathering of souls and stories woven into the fabric of this Goddess...Ellen shared another story that I would love to share with you too
Last November my husband and I visited a butterfly conservatory in Scottsdale, AZ. It included a very cool animated film on the monarch butterfly, which really made an impression on me (along with your artwork and additional articles I have read). In April I bought two milkweed plants (and talked my sister into three plants) from our local nature center's plant sale (my small way of helping out). I have very little sunny space in my yard, but there are two spots in which I hoped they would grow. And grow they did. Over the summer I saw only one monarch but was thrilled... one is still one. I didn't think much more about it until last week when I discovered healthy monarch caterpillars all over both plants. I was stunned! As of today I count seven caterpillars on one plant and four on the other, all fat and still eating. A couple of days ago I release a small army of ladybugs to get rid of aphids that had invaded the plants (they're all gone... another amazing feat). I'm hoping there's only about a week left before the caterpillars move on to their next metamorphosis. I hope I have the privilege to see them through the whole process and off on their migratory route. Each day I check on them... you'd think I was birthing them myself. Mother Nature is pretty amazing.
the studio is FULL...of memories and stories...lives connected now, ties that bind and are released, sweet and warm
I was overwhelmed and touched to my core...with a package of delight, that will help send these sweet souls, that fill this space...on their way
Copal from Oaxaca, aromatic resins used by the cultures of pre-Columbian Mesoamerica as ceremonially burned, copal incense from San Miguel...smudge sticks of lavender, white sage and rosemary, from a special garden...pine cone flowerettes! and rooster love.
I have been making small faux tin frames to hold so many precious photos for my growing Art of Remembrance Goddess, it's been humbling and I take this charter very seriously...people have been sending me images of loved ones and beautiful stories
I am getting to know many of my own family better than I knew them before by slowly creating the frames and assembling them to create this cloak of remembrance. Some sent stories longer than I can contain in my little frames so I am going to share and introduce many to you here over the next month.
Constance sent a beautiful photo of her parents and these lovely words to share;
Lois Barbara Beyer Muller Sept 27, 1926 ~ Oct 16, 2012
She brought Joy to the world. She liked to have Fun. She saw the good in people. She was shy, She was from San Francisco, She was for Peace, She loved flowers, even tiny ones that grow in weeds, She adored trees. She was the master of costumes and dressing up, sometimes she attended church, though she was not a believer, she was a naturalist, a lover of life, an artist who turned her life into a work of art. She was elegant and gorgeous, but never realized that the world saw her that way. She was rare. I was fortunate that out of all the mothers in the world, she was mine.
I loved her and miss her !
Joseph Muller Junior Dec. 6, 1924 ~ June 11, 2000
He was from New York, He served as a Marine during WW11. He was smart, outgoing, Opinionated and Openminded, He loved studying American History and Politics. He was a hard core Democrat, He was a musician and appreciated most music, but especially opera, and Dixieland, He was dashing and dressed in Brooks Brothers, he appreciated fine dining and delicious food, He mixed a mean cocktail and liked to entertain. He played Croquet, He planted trees in every home he owned. He was a Christian who studied Zen. He collected fine and exquisite Persian Carpets. Only the best for Joe Muller! He made people laugh with his ironic and quirky sense of humor,. I loved him and miss the the world’s loudest banjo player!
this is the 3rd year that I have had work at the Museum, my altar to 'Our Mother Goddesses' representing my 2 grandmothers and my dear mother-in-law looking over all of our family members that have passed.
one detail from the altar, there was a huge crowd so I just shot a couple of very quick photos...will share more next week.
The altars go from the beautifully elaborate...
to the simply stunning
This year the Musuem asked tattoo artists from a local tattoo parlor to create paintings for the Portal Gallery, a wonderful addition.
and in the main gallery this year a reproduction of a traditional Mexican cemetary decorated for Day of the Dead...Catherine, Jared and crew did a marvelous job of creating faux marble, weathered wood, cracking tile grave sites...each representing an important Mexican historical figure.
Laurie Zuckerman created an intricate mausoleum dedicated to her family...this exhibit runs through Nov 2nd, I wouldn't miss it.
2016 is a potent year for me...sweet '16, it is my 60th year and since I made the decision to keep this blog going for at least another year I am going to use this as a daily gratitude practice. If you choose to visit and perhaps leave a comment I am grateful for that too.