Straight Talk by Mary Ellen
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Showing posts with label Mary Ellen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mary Ellen. Show all posts
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
September 17, 1983
Something's in the way, the grass can't grow tall and wave in the breeze. Quit pushing down so hard.
Mary Ellen's dream
September 17, 1983June 18, 1983
a smoke stack it would have been - but just another PENIS picture
the hands of time during the summer(Mary Ellen spent the summers in Kansas City with her father & I missed her so much)
June 4, 1983
As discussed in the first entry of my BLOG, I started painting by copying posters and paintings of others. For the next few weeks, I drew by memory, my favorites.
My memory inspired by Mary Ellen's painting.
Top: Alexander Calder, Seals 1976
My memory inspired by Mary Ellen's painting.
Top: Alexander Calder, Seals 1976Bottom: Mary Ellen's copy of A. Calder, 1983
My Picasso inspired
Picasso example
What the Hell am I doing Here?
My Picasso inspired
Picasso example
What the Hell am I doing Here?Monday, May 11, 2009
February 26, 1983
February 26, 1983
Rainbow going into another
by Mary Ellen
Pets
Mystery of the Blue Box
Group
Crossed Legs
Chinese Lettering
Sunday, May 10, 2009
November 20, 1982
(It was very unusual to draw this many on a single group day. I can not figure out what was going on this day. There are two dated 11-18-82 but that was not a group day.)
The Old Rugged Cross
November 20, 1982
Spectator's at the Kiss of Two Butterfly's
November 20, 1982
Rainbow
November 20, 1982
(This was Mary Ellen's picture. She waited in the waiting room while we met in the group room. She would draw, too.)
November 18, 1982
(unsure of date, this was not a Saturday)
November 18, 1982
(unsure of date, this was not a Saturday)
Pots of Plants
November 20, 1982
Layer's at the Cabana
November 20, 1982
Dear Mommie
November 20, 1982
(This is a letter Mary Ellen wrote to me. In the 3rd grade, she was harrassed by the father of her best friend. Afraid to tell anyone, she spent the entire year unable to sleep alone. This was the biggest family crisis we ever faced. I did not mind her sleeping with me at all, but knew she had to be able to sleep alone. She was in private therapy that whole year, until she finally broke her silence. Within two weeks, she and the family were back to normal. Poor little girl, she had all the support in the world. I was a very open and liberal Mom and could and would have helped her, but she choose to suffer in silence, but it was not from a lack of trying on our part.)
November 20, 1982
November 20, 1982
The Old Rugged Cross
November 20, 1982
Spectator's at the Kiss of Two Butterfly's
November 20, 1982
Rainbow
November 20, 1982
(This was Mary Ellen's picture. She waited in the waiting room while we met in the group room. She would draw, too.)
November 18, 1982
(unsure of date, this was not a Saturday)
November 18, 1982
(unsure of date, this was not a Saturday)
Pots of Plants
November 20, 1982
Layer's at the Cabana
November 20, 1982
Dear Mommie
November 20, 1982
(This is a letter Mary Ellen wrote to me. In the 3rd grade, she was harrassed by the father of her best friend. Afraid to tell anyone, she spent the entire year unable to sleep alone. This was the biggest family crisis we ever faced. I did not mind her sleeping with me at all, but knew she had to be able to sleep alone. She was in private therapy that whole year, until she finally broke her silence. Within two weeks, she and the family were back to normal. Poor little girl, she had all the support in the world. I was a very open and liberal Mom and could and would have helped her, but she choose to suffer in silence, but it was not from a lack of trying on our part.)
November 20, 1982
November 20, 1982
June 12, 1982
unknown
June 12, 1982
(I do not remember finger-painting. This is probably something Mary Ellen did, age 8.)
Rabbit (copy)
June 12, 1982
June 12, 1982
August 22, 1981
Wishing
Street Skating
our friend, Brinda Baxley
me
my daughter, Mary Ellen
This man has no face,
and I'm still here.
(struggling with the need, want or desire to have a man in my life)
My Grandparent's
(both had grape abhors)
Mary Ellen's delimma
(Just before the 1st day of 1st grade, my daughter fell off her bike and had to start school with a large scuffed cheek. She was worried but of course, everything worked out just fine.)
Dancing
August 22, 1981
August 22, 1981
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