The painting is a commission for a dear friend's daughter. I do not generally work on commission, simply because I would hate to disappoint the person. But this little angel, nicknamed "Peanut", always reminds me how life can change in an instant.
Almost 3 years ago, my college friend was pregnant with identical twin girls. In her routine visit to the doctor, she was rushed to the emergency room because one baby had died in her uterus and was killing her sister. Peanut was born very premature, about the size of a human's hand, had had a stroke while still in her mom's belly and barely made out alive. The doctor said most likely, she would be a vegetable, blind and deaf. But Peanut decided she was not going to go for it and she is developing into a beautiful little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her progress has been slow, but she is alive and smiling. She is an every day reminder that miracles do happen. And that life is fragile.
Seeing how fragile life is and short, I ask myself if I want to survive or live. I ask myself if the propaganda and infomercials are frying my brain. I wonder if the pace of life we live is healthy.
When I drive around and I see people renting storage space because their items don't fit in their home, I am reminded of the little shacks some people live in. I am purging. I am purging all the excess and starting my path into a simpler existence.