Spirituality comes in many forms and to me there’s not much more spiritual than the belief system of Native Americans. The reverence they have for all living things has always been inspiring to me and align with my way of thinking.
When I started painting Spirit Voices, I was laying down warm shades of color. Yellow and red were talking to me and I added washes of both, blending and swirling them together. At this point of a painting I start to hear it whisper to me what it wants me to do next.
I added darker red and then switched my attention to a pop of red violet. I added squiggles and I instantly saw voices as symbols. Spirit Voices came to me then, in fact I wrote it on the back of the canvas right away allowing it to claim the title.
I put the painting aside for a few days to let it simmer in my subconsciousness. When I picked it back up, even a stronger and bolder color took control. I knew then it was heading to a Native American look.
I really don’t know a lot about Native American culture so I had to let my imagination channel my great-grandmother who was part Cherokee. Sadly, I never knew her – she had died before I was born – but I had been told fun and wondrous stories about her as a child. Mom would tell me about her “Granny” at bed time. All my of my life I had her name on the top of my list of names for my child. Imagine my surprise when I had a son.
Oh. I hadn’t planned for a son, funny. Life is that way, isn’t it? I was so sure I would have a daughter. I even dreamed of her. I’ve never told anyone this, but I believe I did conceive a daughter before my son. The year before my son Asher was born I had a miscarriage. She would have been born in September. She was my Canzadus.
As common as miscarriage is, its commonality doesn’t make it easier.
I still mourn my child and I will until death… mine.
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Whew… time to get back on subject here. *putting tissue box away*
Canzadus was my great-grandmothers name. They called her “Lady” though for some reason, I wish I knew. Lady is even on her gravestone.
My grandma, her brother and sisters all looked Indian. I guess though it had all but watered down by the time I came about. In my family, we never practiced anything Native American. I never learned anything about that part of my ancestry and I’m sad to say all that side of my family have all crossed over now and I don’t know where to start to find out more. Isn’t it strange the older you get the more you want to know where you came from? At least for me it’s that way. I have seriously considered doing that dna test to find out where you came from on that ancestry commercial.
Back to the painting.
Since I didn’t have any knowledge about Native Americans I used my creative license and let it lead my efforts in finishing the painting.
Strokes of paint became bundles of feathers. Feathers needed leather ties and ties needed beads for decoration. I imagined these feathers being dipped in war paint and used in ceremonies. I could hear rhythmic drums beating in my mind and I could almost smell the smoke floating in air from the powwow happening in my mind.
Tweaks here and there and swishes of tribal marks sealed the deal. I knew it was finished.
This is how a lot of my paintings come to be. I follow my intuition and go where it leads me. This to me is a form of spirituality.
I am fond of this painting and I know it is patiently waiting for the new owner to hear its beating of drums in their heart to take it home. Do you hear it? Is it you?
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Looks great, Jaime! Sorry to hear of your miscarriage. I always wanted daughters but once I got used to the idea of having a son, I couldn’t imagine having a girl. I thought I would have at least one more child but it didn’t work out that way. Atreyu would have loved to have been born into a big loud family.
My great grandmother was Micmac, making me 1/8th but like yourself, I definitely don’t look it. Some of my cousins are dark with gorgeous dark brown straight hair and liquid brown eyes. Such gorgeous girls! If I ever get back to blogging I’ll have to do a post on her so I can show you the only picture I have of her.
Our family always hid that part of the family. It was considered a bad thing. To this day my mom has cousins who vehemently deny we have any native blood even though we have her birth certificate and it’s so apparent in photos. The older generation had some sad views that I’m happy to say are not part of the next generations.
I’m enjoying your blog posts, you’ve been busy this summer so far! I look forward to seeing and reading more ?
Thank you Tina for your compliments on the painting and condolences. I’m like you, I quickly got used to the idea having a son and while I could imagine having a girl (in addition to him) I am so happy to have Asher and wouldn’t trade him for anything in this world or otherwise.
So interesting to hear about your family’s take on having native blood, perhaps since we are the same age my family had the same views as it was a generational thing? As far as I know, my great-grandmother was the only indian so she probably was the “black sheep of the family”. I hadn’t thought of that. Yeah we both totally missed the boat on smooth silky hair, didn’t we? hahah
I’m enjoying getting back into blogging a little deeper. Time goes so fast. I have a backlog of stories and experiences I want to share and tons of photos to go with them, but I am such a slow writer and it takes me forever to complete a post and get all my photos ready. I’m sure you understand since you’re a visual person as well that I have to have the visuals to accompany the story! Oh well, I keep plugging away. I’m loving your feedback so please keep coming back!
I so enjoy watching your process, Jaime! I really like this piece.
I’m sorry to hear about your miscarriage. Lots of things that are common aren’t any more easy to deal with just because they are. But that part of your life has helped shape who you are just as much as your family’s history has.
I hope you’ve been having a lovely summer!
Thank you Anne, I appreciate your kind words. I have had a great summer, I hope you have too! Summer as we know it (summer vacation from school) is just about over. Just this last one week of freedom, then it’s back to the grind. I need to take the time to pop over to your blog and see what all is up and blooming in your gardens. Take care.