When in my mid 20s I became interested in masks having gone to Australia and seeing masks from New Guinea, spirit masks! They were haunting, scary and natural, made from shells, shredded palm bark, painted with berries. The tribes in New Guinea believed their loved ones spirit was in that mask, a remembrance of them! I began to collect masks and began to start my own collection of objects for my eventual spirit mask. Every time Id go to the beach Id find a shell, sea glass, driftwood and feathers Id stuff them in a pocket. I have a big plastic container that I store my treasures in. I also realized what led me to collect masks when my niece at a young age told me she was afraid to sleep in my room because of all the masks on the wall. I thought about it and said, well, youll find that a lot of people wear masks, they never show their true selves, masks on the wall are from those whose self no longer could breathe, hidden! Its the masks that people wear you should be afraid of, not those on the wall. The other day, last week on a beautiful sunny day with not a cloud in the skies, I was out walking Herbie. I had been talking with my neighbor about the vagaries of relationships! I told him how Id been asking mom, where are you, where are you mom! He went inside to retrieve a tool. I was standing out in the open and looked up to see an object float down, right in front of me, if I hadnt have reached up to grab it, it could have tickled my nose, it was that close. A feather, a feather fell from the sky, the blue sky, not a bird was in sight. Louie came back out and I said, I may be crazy and I may have wild thoughts and imaginations, I dont care, because a feather just dropped into my hands from the clear blue sky, I know it was from my mom. Louie said, dont lose that feather! I went inside and looked up feathers and how in the Native culture feathers are given for bravery, I guess my mother is telling me to be brave, to continue to be brave, to have courage you have to let go of fear and learn to fly. Well that feather is now nestled between a statue I purchased in Vietnam, Hanoi Vietnam of a mother and child, a fluid statue, that will be my mothers spirit statue!
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 17:23:31 +0000
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