This piece is entitled beginnings. I painted it the weekend before our last child was born. I was feeling a bit stressed and frustrated and needed a break from exhausted, cranky little people. I headed out to the garage with roughly cut pieces of fabric. The paint is tempera paint, borrowed from my children’s art supplies. After the pieces had dried, I used my quilting ruler and rotary cutter to make them a uniform size before sewing the pieces together.
The piece is wrought with meaning on many levels and in many different areas. I would go through all of it, but I personally think that art should be interpreted individually. It doesn’t matter to someone else what the piece means to me; it matters what the piece means to that person.
I will say that painting the piece was surprisingly therapeutic. I have hopes to paint more in the future.