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In a message dated 5/28/00 6:52:04 AM Central Daylight Time, Batmom44
<< I don't want to wear a bullet proof vest to my job. I worked to hard to be
allowed to wear shoes that didn't hurt my feet. :-)) fully understood here.
Wow - what you have been through and still smiling and laughing. You are an
It is awful to be frightened of the kids in your classroom. There is one kid
so low academically and so full of frustration - he will be a fifth grader
next year.He needs to be in a special ed room all the time but will me
mainstreamed I;m sure.
He has no concience or care of what happens to him. He makes me afraid.
Will take a discipline
course in August in Kansas City presented by a school for disturbed kids -
Hope I learn something useful.
You could write a book on your life and how you have handled so much
Seems that you have risen above it all. Do you ever express any of your life
experiences in your art. I had a paranoid schizophrenic Mother and did a
painting of her. My local art show hung it at the back - guess it struck some
inner chords. I painted my Mother as a beautiful person but the background
was and is disturbing - representing the voices and moods. I can;t have it
house so it stays in the garage. Also did one about my "math anxiety". It
was dark and ugly but full of humour. I am sread eagled on the ground
Gulliver style and
all these little mathmatical horrors are staking me down. Square roots in my
creatures skiing down incline planes etc. It was hanging in the
tutoring rooms at my local University( where I had the algebra tutor banging
on the table after one of my many dumb questions.) I also painted one of my
son - (he has Native American Heritage) - as an Indian. My brother (died at
in the painting and another Indian person I think of as a "guide". The
finished and may never be. I have alot of hopeful Indian symbols running
it (white buffalos) etc. It is an awkward painting and needs to be redone.
painting that was a really good exorcising exercise (:>)) is an abstract.
took off with another "ner-do-well" for Florida on some rather suspicious
I started the painting when he left. News came back that the car had broken
the other boy had been arrested, Chris drove to Tennessee and broke down and
was arrested for some kind of car related stuff; etc. etc. Chris described
the jail so
dark that you couldn't see into it???? and very dirty and he never minded
So the whole time he's gone I am
throwing acrylic reds, yellows, billous greens, hot blues etc. onto this
pulling it back off with newspaper so that I had ruts, bumps and a textured
surface. A very active painting and it made me tired enough to sleep.
Thank goodness it was a very large canvas or I might have been doing the
Towards the end I included a peaceful trailing of pink hope and it runs
painting. Last year my son wanted some of my art work to hang in his first
apartment. I was flattered and dumbfounded that he wanted it. He chose all
the abstracts and when I told him the story of that particular painting he
interested. I told him I was anxious to paint another with alot more joy in
not so much fear. He said he looked forward to that painting too.
This has been all too long. thanks for bending your ear again. You;re a good
listener. The best to you - Roberta
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