And the below is my favorite one---an icon box with a Jesus statue. I've got a story about that particular Jesus statue. Here's the story:
I was visiting my mother in Damascus, Syria. (Where we all almost lost our lives in an anti-American demonstration where thousands stormed the Embassy---but that's another story...)
Anyway, one day while my mother was at work, the maid came to me in tears, holding that Jesus statue. She had dropped it and Jesus' head had come off his body. She was crying and saying that "Jesus will be angry with me!---and your mother will kill me!"
But I calmed her down and told her I could fix it. So I searched the house and found some glue. And I glued Jesus' head back on. But the plaster was chipped all around his neck where the join was--showing white plaster. So then I searched the house for brown paint. But there was none to be found.
And then I had an epiphany.....my mother's shoe room!
You see, my mother had an entire bedroom devoted to her approximately 350 pairs of shoes in their boxes. (Don't even ask.....) So me and the maid ran to that room and sure enough---there was shoe polish of every color in there. And there was the perfect color brown for Jesus' broken head.
So I painted the plaster chipped areas around Jesus' head---and then we put the Jesus statue back where He belonged in His icon box---and the maid finally stopped crying.
I'm not even going to tell you the story of how I broke a large antique clock--it's probably still in the attic of that home where I hid it.....
I love the below piece she made. It looks Aztecish to me. (Is "Aztecish" a word?...)
Below is a terrible picture of an angel pendant I'm working on---it definitely looks better in person.
The below is some of the buttons I'm making. I don't think mine are as good as hers.
The below is a lot of finished or half-finished stuff. Like I said, we are totally experimenting with techniques and effects.
Anyhoo, Blaine will be down here on Tuesday. And then the following Friday he and I will go to the "Adventure in Dallas", to my sister's wedding event. I'll take pictures....
Glad to hear that you're enjoying your visit with your Mum. Home truly is where the heart is. Or conversly, "Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. " in the words of Robert Frost.
I was just catching up with you on twitter. Do you really think that John Baird and Obama are similar? Admitedly, I'm not the foremost expert on Obama, but I do know a bit about Baird. He's right wing, opposes the Kyoto Accord, cut spending on social programs and is a proponent of privitization. Doesn't sound much like a democrat to me. Perhaps you were referring to something else?
Anyway, enjoy the wedding!
Thank you, Lora! It just seems to me that Baird and Obama are alike in that they continue to espouse issues that their country despises.
OMG OMG OMG...can't wait to share your blog.It really is a VERY small world, Susan. You won't believe what I know...or rather...who I know. Talk about coincidence, knock me over with a feather. HeHe.
Golly and gee wiz, Anonynmous, I'm simply trembling with fear.....
My original comment didn't appear, so I'm trying this again: the statue with your "Jesus statue" story isn't Jesus - it's St. Francis of Assisi.
Respectfully, how do you know that it's not Jesus and is instead St. Francis of Assisi? Have you seen St. Francis of Assisi in person? Or Jesus, for that matter? I think not. It looked like Jesus to me and the maid. And since we thought it was Jesus, we took great care and respect with repairing His likeness.
Brown robe of the Franciscans, rosary beads at the waist, holding a cross, bird, stigmata = traditional St. Francis of Assisi statue. His feast day is October 4.
I commend your respect for what you thought the statue represented (although I'm not a fan of using devotional images for decoration).
But it seems that you are intimidated by the correction, and you shouldn't be. These religious articles bear symbolism that holds meaning, and it's not up to the interpretation of the viewer.
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