Several years ago, in 2002-03, my friend and I had decided to start painting together on the weekends, since we both worked during the week. For me, it was after a few years of pause that I restarted painting.
I remember it was autumn. The Fall in Toronto is one of the most beautiful seasons of all. It makes you fall in love with the nature & Toronto all over again. The vibrant colors, around the city, gives you energy and makes you “dream-walk.”
It was at that time that I wanted to try a new medium. So I started with the oil painting but soon switched to acrylic because I didn’t have the patience of the drying time. It was also in this year that my friend suggested to use my imagination instead of drawing objects. I wanted to give it a try, so there I was, experimenting a new medium with new style! Of course I had to ruin a few canvases first, but here are some of my artworks from that time.
I envision freedom as a state in which the man and the woman are utterly equal. I drew two people with no barriers, no external boundaries and challenges. The figures are deeply connected with no obstacles between them. Together they are freed from a past full of pain. They are free and in peace. They are the “Adam and Eve” of the twenty-first century, together experiencing the New Earth.
My grand mother from my mother’s side had passed away a few days after I was born, and my grand father a few months after her. From my father’s side they were deceased before I was even born. Not only have I never seen them, but I never felt and enjoyed the relationship with them like most people.
It was sad not knowing them at all and wondering how it could’ve been. But I had to accept the fact, and cherish the stories told by my mom.
Then, I met my husband’s grand mother. A woman full of life, energy and love who was a leader in her time, which was not so common then.
She was fun to be around and I would laugh with her. When I was sitting with her to chat she would take my hand into hers firmly. It felt like she loved me so much that she didn’t want to let me go. She showed her love by squeezing my hands and whispering in my ears: “ whoever loves my children I love them even more.” What was deeply touching for me was that I could feel it and knew it was true. She really loved me!
It was then that I felt so cared for and privileged. I felt that feeling of the unique love between grand parent and grand child that I never had experienced before.
In all the few years I had known her she never once did or said anything that could bring me down. She paid attention to all her children and grand children with love. She was fun to be around and she gave me the experience of having a grand mother not by blood but by love.