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Goldilocks is all grown up but somehow still finds herself waking up in stranger’s beds.
Hey, that sounds like the synopsis of a porno. Geesh!
Oh well…poor Goldilocks.
8″x10″ mixed media on canvas. SOLD

It wasn’t always a patchwork dress. In the beginning it was pink with tiny little white polka dots but now, there was no sign of the original dress as it had been patched so many times. The original was completely covered.
To the girl, each tiny square symbolized her mothers’ love. Painstakingly sewn with precision and care. Her mother had mended every hole, tended to every tear, and covered every rip with her needle and thread and the material from dresses of her own. And she knew that her mother did it without resentment or regrets and would continue to do so until all the dresses in her closet were thread bare and no longer of use.
And the knowledge of this was her mother’s greatest gift.

4″x8″x3″ mixed media painting $100.00 Canadian

Hey, I have a new blog about food … this is what it is about:
No matter how great today’s meal is, there is always tomorrow’s. I sometimes find myself trying to come up with tomorrow’s meal as I am cleaning up today’s! I have often been heard saying that mealtime is the bain of my existence. Here is an attempt to make it fun again…and to try to remember to make it with love … as this always make it taste better.

Made With Love http://mpwynters.wordpress.com/

Come on! Does this look like diet food? YUM!

And pool side …
…mmm…perfection.

‘The Warrior’
This is a 6″x8″ mixed media painting on wood.

Sometimes we need our war paint and other adornments if not to give us strength to go out and face the challenges of the day, to remind us of the battles we have already won .
I am not a ‘warrior’ type of person. I mean this in every sense of the word. I have never embraced the words ‘warrior’, or ‘Goddess’ . It seems kind of scary to me and a little too ‘earthy’. However, this last weekend I went to a Mother Blessing, (completely out of my comfort zone) and it has made me think a lot. Why do I resist this stuff so much? What am I afraid of? I think that the answer could be quite simply that I am afraid of myself. Of who I am. This blessing was so full of love and good wishes for the expectant mother but the following day I could not help but feeling kind of lousy. I felt shallow, selfish, jealous, materialistic and righteous.
I wondered if the fact that I had my two babies by C-section was somehow stopping me from being able to experience the intense, shall we say ‘primal’, feelings that these other women seem to have so abundantly. I had to remind my self that, although different, my experience was still valid. Yet, I couldn’t shake that even my most authentic moment in life was entirely orchestrated.
It wasn’t only my birth experience that seemed to separate me from these other women. I really questioned my ability to express myself as a truly caring and giving person. This seemed to come so easy for everyone else. They were able to express themselves with honesty and clarity. I found it very difficult but I watched these women in awe and admiration.

Hopefully I have learned something from this experience. It definitely has made me think and I that is really positive. I know that I will never be an ‘earth mamma’ but maybe I can try to love and support the people around me a little more, after all what am I waiting for?
And maybe if I start referring to my bright red lipstick as warpaint I can meet them halfway on being a warrior or a Goddess rather that a prima donna or princess.
SOLD

This is a 8.5″x11.5″ mixed media painting on paper.

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