Last week we bought one of Parapluie's paintings, Primal Pebble. I had actually coveted it for some time ever since she did it a year and a half ago when they spent winter months in Arizona. She and I had discussed our buying it, but for a time I let it go. Then I saw it again when we took two of our grandchildren over to their home for a watercolor lesson from her. After that I really wanted it and we worked out a price satisfactory to us both.
After Primal Pebble was home here, we had to decide where to hang it and that is always a process for me as I have a lot of art in this house with limited walls on which to hang anything. Bookcases take up way too much space but what to do since I love books.
Finally after rearranging this or that, I have it where I am happy and enjoying it every time I walk into the living room. I especially wanted it there as I feel it is very spiritual and that room has been taking on an increasing spiritual tone to its art. The painting beside it was bought in Wyoming at an art fair.
Parapluie, who creates (Umbrella Painting Journal), wrote a poem to go with Primal Pebble and sent it along with the certificate of authenticity. I think it's worth sharing since it is what the painting is about. One of my friends had looked at the photo I had taken of the painting and said, it looks violent. Well our earth's history is one of violence; and although I don't really see it in the painting, I wouldn't mind if I did.
Parapluie had given me one of the small, smooth rocks that the painting and poem are about. I have it beneath my monitor here as inspiration along with other items sacred to me.
I picked up a cool pebble at our Cebolia camp.
If she could see and speak, she could tell us an epic story.
Rounded and polished in the Colorado's ancient glacial floods,
then her skin was blackened by air and sunlight.
The shiny black conceals a heart of hot iron colors from a fiery birth.
Ages ago big sister rocks were visited by native hunters
who carved through her blackened skin to warm life colors.
Prayerfully on the rocks imaging their memories,
maps and dreams the hunters made
the blackened rock a character in our history.
Because of the interest in what the pebble might be, I photographed mine. The second photo has my finger alongside to illustrate size. The stone is perfectly round and flat, very smooth to the touch. It feels a lot like stones we know as Moqui Marbles (sometimes called shaman's stones) except they are usually hollow and come from northern Arizona or southern Utah. They, like the one she brought back for me from Arizona, are very good when meditating.