Thursday, April 09, 2009
I can't remember if this is a Rhea egg or an Emu egg. I painted a few of them in the early 90's which were also in a group project that was exhibited at the Appleton Museum. Eggs painted by artists were taken to the Tallahassee State Capital, if my memory serves me correctly, but I do not know where those are now. I have had this particular egg in my studio for years. I painted over parts and exposed some of the previous work for a new Easter Egg for Kimberanna's Easter Baskets. However the egg is still in my studio. Last week after an emergency call from my mother I took a flight home to Connecticut. I am here now in my father's office, which years ago was my bedroom, and years before that it was the kitchen during my childhood. I am awaiting Hospice to deliver a bed and oxygen for my father who is terminally ill. Sister Rita keeps telling my Dad there's always an Easter after a Good Friday. My father will be delivered back home via ambulance on Maundy Thursday. On the Christian day which the washing of the apostles feet is traditionally recognized my father comes home where we will care for him. My father who has always cared for me.