creating catalyst 11 {your first memory} for creative therapy hurt. hurt my heart to be so truthful and honest and to put it out into the world for everyone to see. i want to say that i don't know why i feel so vulnerable right now with this out there, with you seeing it and being able to read it, but that wouldn't be honest.
journaling reads : there are so many good memories to dwell on and yet the only ones i focus on are all of the times you were never there.
i kept writing down my earliest memories when i was deciding what to create for this one. they all involved my mother, my grandparents, my brother, friends, our cute little house on burkhart with the huge tree and the ladder swing and the canal running through the back. but not one of my earliest memories involved my father. not one. i kept trying to remember him being there when i was young. i can recall a few moments that i used to fool myself were memories but they weren't. they are all pictures of him with me that i have labored over in my mother's photo album. a picture here, a picture there. but no memories, because i can't remember it.
and that is sad. it makes me sad.
it's also doubly hard because i no longer speak with him. this august will be 5 years. five years since he made the decision to not show for my wedding. 5 years since i last heard his voice on the telephone. he's never met his grandchildren. he barely knew my husband. instead of talking and being involved in my life he chose to walk away.
and so, even now. i have few memories. i see friends who have these amazing relationships with their fathers and i always wonder why i don't have that. why didn't i get one of those dads? he has his demons, i know this. he has issues, again, i know this. it has nothing to do with me, and yet, it does.
because for my entire life i have believed that it was because of me, that i wasn't worth that depth of love. that i am invisible. that i don't count. that i am nothing. it's a constant struggle, fighting these thoughts, doing my best to tell myself to concentrate on everything that i did have, that i do have.
and yet i still dwell.
to create the lo i printed a picture of my eye and face right onto blue cardstock. stamped around it with a de creatie stamp in blue ink. added the fabric and sewing. gessoed over the picture, stamped my journaling. the top borders were handcut.
Posted by: Marianne | May 15, 2008 at 10:43 PM