Recently when I was putting together a show of figurative work, I kept running into snafus that were rather frustrating. I kept a tally of them thinking I would one day write an article about them. I notice that society tends to have a problem with naked people. These problems become especially apparent when showing said naked people in public!
Each year on their birthdays, I try to tell them the story of their births. My oldest was born in the hospital, the other two at home. I nursed them til they quit on their own. I was into attachment parenting. We're very close, but they really don't want to hear about their births. They begin singing, "La-de-dah-de-dah" loudly and insistently until they drown out the lovingly remembered moments of pain and anguish as I pushed them into this world, out of the other blissful environment. I thought about writing my daughter's story on her Facebook page this year for her birthday present but realized that she would de-friend me immediately if I ever did such a thing! I guess I'll have to wait until they're ready to have kids themselves or become curious for other reasons. Til then I'll have to content myself with drawing loving re-creations of those times we loved and which other friends have been so gracious as to share with me as well.