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As Macieiras da Vizinha

Hoje enquanto eu tentava trabalhar do escritório de casa eu tentava ignorar o ruído da serra elétrica. Aquela maldita trabalhou incessantemente por várias horas. A todo momento eu pensava no sangue que jorrava das macieiras.

A minha vontade era de correr lá e gritar para que eles parassem.
Aquelas macieiras estiveram ali muito antes do meu primeiro filho nascer. Testemunharam a vida de muitas famílias. Alegravam a vista dos que passavam.

Seus donos cuidavam delas com tanto zelo…
No fim do verão eles faziam sumo, tortas, congelavam, ressecavam. As ovelhinhas ganhavam sempre alguns baldes de maçã fresquinha diariamente.
Ainda ontem eu comentava em como eu adorava aquela especial maçã, que tingia por dentro de vermelho quando eu mordia. Como era mesmo o nome dela?

As macierias da minha vizinha. Uma velhinha que tinha sido avó postiça dos meus filhos. Que dava ovos de páscoa e presentes de Natal… Que a pesar de diabética mantinha o freezer sempre cheio de sorvetes, bolos e bolachas e oferecia um tremendo banquete de guloseimas nas tardes em que reuníamos para dar rizadas, de vez enquando.

Ali naquela cozinha, quanta história engraçada que ela e o namorado (esse que nos tempos da mocidade, tinha a pedido em casamento e ela recusou! mais tarde reencontraram-se na casa dos 80…). E que risadas gostosas. Foram quase 18 anos de amizade. Éramos parte daquela família.

Lá chegavamos sem marcar na agenda. Era bater na porta e ser convidado para sentar na cozinha, tomar um chá, jogar conversa fora.

O velhinho gostava de uma cachacinha e adorava ter com quem compartilhar.
Ela já não caminhava mais, foram muitos anos, mas não conseguiu se adaptar com a perna retirada. Ele cuidava dela, da casa, do quintal, tudo com tanto carinho!

Depois de um tempo ela ficou fraca demais e a dor da morte dela, que nunca voltou do hospital foi grande.
Semanas após o enterro de sua amada (do qual fora impedido de comparecer por um acidente doméstico) chegou a morte e o levou também.
Saudade daqueles dois.
Espero que tenham se encontrado enfim. Sem dores e com lembranças boas. Espero que eles não tenham visto o que aconteceu aqui hoje.

Ver aquela casinha com as árvores decepadas dá um aperto no coração. Não quero ver. Não quero passar mais por ali.

O ruído da serra elétrica corrói. dói, destrói, estupra a alma de quem fica.

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Abstract Art Acrylics on Canvas Art Exhibition

Exhibition in Lund

Exhibition organized by ArtQueen – Rebecca Salomonsson – from 12/2 to 12/3 at the hotel Scandic Star in Lund. Wellcome!

Photo by Rebecca Salomonsson
Photo by Rebecca Salomonsson
Photo by Rebecca Salomonsson
Photo by Rebecca Salomonsson
Photo by Rebecca Salomonsson
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Art Challenge

5th week and growing happier with the challenge

Leaves and Bowl of fruit on a table, 1908 - Pains et compotier aux fruits sur une table

Week 3 and 4 was not at all encouraging. It was quite upsetting that the results I got were way lower than my expectations. I have to admit that week 4 was not at all focused on the #picassochallenge, but it was for a great cause. In three days in Paris I felt like a little girl running on a big department store full with toys! I looked at so many opportunities and found myself spending most of the day travelling in the metro! Lol!

Paris was really special and I have to come back soon, many times to get to really know that enormous and so full of history, art, gastronomy and energy city!

Cough, Cough, babe it is cold inside

This week coughing family members all around me. Both kids and my husband got really ill with some flue that lasts until now. The snow buried my turpentine/ oils bucket. Oh boy and how did it snow! It was at least three times this week so cold as around -13C in the morning. Luckily, although feeling almost dead, my husband had energy to drive me back and forth to the train station.

I usually paint when I arrive from work as I find it terribly painful if I have to wake up earlier to paint. Oh man, it is so damn cold, and my bed is so warm and cozy. No, it doesn’t work. I tried, but it is really a torture to me. So, after dinner is when I go up with my bucket of rags and papers. The poor bucket might have been so deep under the snow I could not find it!

It is enough now

I did not paint every days, but yesterday night I painted the last details from this weeks challenge. Of course I could still keep painting and adding details, but there is simply no time for that now. That is really something good as well. When you have a schedule, you just stop when time is off and it is horrible and good. On the one side it feels weird because deep inside you know your work is not done yet. On the other side, it is good to know that you could make something in that week that you can call, well, good enough for something you painted in one week. And when the whole challenge is done it is possible to come back and make it better. That´s what I hope, at least.

Now I am here planning for the next challenge, for the new paintings I will have done for the spring and some design ideas.

This week’s Ups and Downs

Downside:

  1. There was no filming this week either. That was a pity. The phone died in the middle of the filming and the footage was lost.

2. Family issues: Kids

I still do not know how to deal with my feelings of disappointment. I am certainly not the best mother in the world. Sometimes I tell myself I am good enough, but it doesn’t´t really work. I want so much that that little creature grow and have a good life. I wish I had a little more control, as when I take my brush and decide that it will be darker or lighter or deeper or shallower. Frustrating that I cannot do that! Real life sucks sometimes.

What was Great this Week

1. I am finally an aunt! My little brother is now a father and she is the sweetest baby! Wellcome to the world Mirella!

2. In Paris I managed to grow 1,5 Kg heavier and I just managed to drop those nasty kgs! yay!

3. I see the light! Feels like this will be a more creative year, both at work and on my free time!