folk art sculpture

It has been many months since I last posted. I did mention that my mother died in November and I have been consumed by worries and dreams of clearing out years of "things" from her house. Well, it is now done, the house sold and I am back home trying to restart my life. I took my 13 year old granddaughter with me and it was the most wonderful experience. She was a big help of course, but the closeness I felt was very heartwarming. I looked after her until she was about five but the intervening years have flown by and she is such a young woman now. The bond between is very deep.

One thing I did discover was that my father was a very real and accomplished folk artist. My mother had always made dolls, sewn and knitted. Her unfinished things were everywhere, she had a hard time finishing anything. There were always a few of the little creations that my father made around, little fairy houses made from pieces of wood, creatures made of stones and bits of wire and wood. I found a box filled with these wonderful things in a damp and mouldy box in the basement. I had always thought that I got my talent from my mother but now realize that my father was much more creative. I don't think we took him seriously and I want to change that and honor the artist that he truly was.