Two years ago I bought this cement (material-like) bunny. I thought its expression was – garden darling! It’s not big, maybe 8″ x 6″. I found it on sale. (There was instant chemistry!) Originally it was grey white-ish. So I bought it and brought it home to peer-out  among some low growing wild flowers.

Super cute! Summertimes, yes… but also… this bunny sat outside my office window through two Cleveland-wicked winters.

A couple months ago I noticed some dark  lines on it. (What!) I picked it up and saw lots of cracks. Oh my goodness… could I accept watching my innocent-looking bunny disintegrate right before my eyes?  I went into rescue mode.

I bought a small can of clear protector and a half-pint Valspar paint sample… Lyndhurst Duchess Blue, and from Amazon I ordered a 12″ plastic swivel. I had the brushes.

Its been a two-month run and today, March 4, 2018, I’ve applied the last clear coat of protectant… and i’m looking forward to returning it back among the wild flowers early this summer.

A little re-construction art project. Makes me smile at myself.

I’m thinking… there will be a next rescue (clay) project that’s also been sitting in the garden. For 7 years. All of its worn Sedona/Indian colors have (overtime) fallen away. And the sculpture is much bigger!

I’m thinking about giving it a fresh spirit of many colors.

🙂

 

 

Five years ago my marriage legally perished

Knowledge grows in dark places

I was fully present during the fallout. On the outside I stood front-and-center as my inner self-esteem drifted dangerously close to an end. I remember convincing myself that the darkness I huddled in could never and would never pass. The loss I was grieving seemed dwarfed  by the painful assaults hurled on my paramount beliefs in truth, trust and love. In the middle of it alI, I was aware of standing in the cross-road of my life – so confused and in such disbelieve that I sometimes thought I would black-out precisely where I was standing. And every day for several years, until I could feel some seeds of strength growing again, I had no doubt that even the smallest of breezes was fully capable of whirling me, and everything I had become, into space… while slowly being vaporizing on the journey.

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