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Thanks For Handcrafted Gifts

Tuesday, December 9th, 2008 by Alyice

When my children were younger, they had remarkable teachers. Their teachers not only took an interest in their schooling, but in their character and personal well-beings. They also tried to instill the art of appreciation and gratitude.

One of the things their teachers liked to do is make sure their students had something special to give their parents every Christmas and every Mother’s or Father’s Day. We were lucky because my children’s teachers put in a lot of effort to make sure that the gifts their kids brought home were gifts the parents would proudly display in their homes for generations to come.

Here are just some of the trinkets I proudly display in my home.

And kids, if you’re reading this…I’d love more! I know you’re older now and think store-bought things are cool, but this mamma yearns for more handmade, handcrafted, gifts—even if it’s just my son’s famous chicken and colorful mashed potatoes or my daughter’s compositions in poem or song or story. I’d even settle for a day of game playing and laughter.

Give thanks…

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Something Out Of Nothing

Saturday, December 6th, 2008 by Alyice

I’m going to keep this short and sweet since I am exhausted. I spent the entire day scanning painted backgrounds, tweaking colors, and then transforming them into circles for a future project. One hundred and fifty images later I am ready to get off the computer for the day. However, before I go, I wanted to leave you with this:

Isn’t it beautiful? It is part hand painting and part computer manipulation. It reminds me of something that should be in a candy store, or used as advertisement for the circus.

Keep Creating.

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A Little Indian In Me?

Friday, December 5th, 2008 by Alyice

When my mother was alive, she loved anything and everything to do with the Indian heritage. She was drawn to it like a deer is drawn to water. She’d attend Indian Pow-Wows, shop at Indian stores, wear Indian apparel, and at one time, had her entire living decorated with Indian décor. And it never failed, every time she met a full-blooded Indian, they’d always ask how much Indian she had in her and from what tribe—and that’s before they even spoke to her. They said it had something to do with her bone structure; especially her cheekbones. And I’m not completely positive, but I think they said something about her spirit.

Personally, I’ve never been to a Pow-Wow—or an Indian reservation for that matter—and if you asked me what tribe they thought she came from, I couldn’t tell you. My mom was a rather private person when it came to the history of my people—as was her mother before her, and her mother before her. I actually know very little about where I came from, who my ancestors were, and what nationality I really am.

I do know for sure that my grandmother was first generation American and her parents migrated to America to escape the war. I also know that my great-grandmother (her mother) was 100% Polish and her husband was 100% Russian. And I know that my biological father has German in him. Other than that, everything is speculation. It’s been said that I have Swedish, English, and Irish in me—but I can’t prove it.

And if you ask my husband, I have Mexican or Latin in me—which is probably because I took on the heritage of my surroundings growing up. It’s really all I knew.

There are times when I daydream about having a smidge of Indian in me and wonder if that’s why I have this strong draw towards nature, the great outdoors and living under the stars—though I know absolutely nothing about camping, farming, or ranching. I do know, however, that I seem to come alive when we spend the day in the outdoors—hiking, exploring, and photographing nature.

At any rate, this is a painting I did in honor of the possibility that my mom had some Indian in her, after all. It reminds me of cave drawings, but in color. If you stare at it long enough you can see the head of a bird in the lower, left corner and just above the bird, a spirit flying free. And if you look just a bit closer, you’ll see a woman looking down upon the two, on the top, right—just within the pink.

Until next time,

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