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My Own Personal Game of Thrones

I was out at our house in the redwoods this week for a little respite and of course with home ownership come chores. There are some things that must be done and my ongoing battle with three fierce enemies is a summer ritual. My battle for dominance is akin to the Game of Thrones series.  For those of you unfamiliar with Game of Thrones, there are multiple competing forces all vying to rule a fantasy world. I can’t really keep track of who’s who most of the time; and there really doesn’t seem to be a clear good guy, but there are clearly bad guys….any how, I took on my annual battle with the forces of nature like Khaleesi fighting the despicable slavery lords. My three opponents are these: One- the wily Poison Oak, clever at disguising itself – it can be a shrub, a vine and often likes to hide among other plants lying in wait to spread it’s itch inducing oils. Two- the spiny Blackberry, armed from leaf to root with thorns and able to amass a great, vast, impenetrable army of shrubbery to defend itself. Three- Scotch Broom, an invasive species that shoots up everywhere, really everywhere, like the Zombie White Walkers in the afore mentioned fantasy world; and left unchecked can take over a hillside in a year or two. So those are my enemies, and while the weapon of a hoe is honorable and effective, it is no match for these voracious foes. Don’t hate me for bringing out the big guns, Round Up and a two-gallon hand pump sprayer is my bazooka, or to keep the Game of Thrones metaphor going the Round Up is akin Daenerys Targaryen’s mighty flying dragons defending her territory from all comers. Fingers crossed I have kept my rivals at bay for another year, but never fear, season 12 is just one rainy winter and sunny spring away.

266.still life with roundup

From my sketchbook Still life with Round Up was done out on our summer deck after my epic battle, a gin and tonic close at hand!


Home & Disappointment

quilted fabric wall hanging

quilted fabric wall hanging

Well this week has been a bit rough for my little family. My son Ivan, who is 16, applied this winter to the Untied World College.  The UWC, if you haven’t heard of it, is a two-year international program.  Students from all over the world are chosen to get a full scholarship to study together, collaborate together, live together all with the aim of creating world peace one person at a time. My son and 119 other kids in the USA were chosen out of 600 applicants for an interview. Of the 120 kids interviewed 50 were chosen.  We found out this week that our wonderful, generous, smart, delightful son was not chosen.  Of course all of us who know and love him from Bishop Marc of the Diocese of California to his loving grandparents and everyone in between thought Ivan was a shoe in.  But of course the other 119 kids who were interviewed had family and friend just as sure of their place in this wonderful international adventure.  And so my sweet son’s heart is a little broken and of course my heart is a little broken for him. I know in my intellectual self that rejection is not failure, and that trying is important. I also know that other doors will open and other adventures await; but this week none of that is available to the 16 year old heart. My heart was pinched as well to feel his hurt but also by a little note at the end of the rejection email.  The letter stated that there are a few spots left at the Wales campus (his first choice) for those who applied and who can pay $60,000.  Both he and I know that is not possible but a surge of guilt for this non-profit life my husband and I have chosen reared up and grabbed me by the throat.  We have lived a wonderful life at The Bishop’s Ranch in a beautiful place with wonderful people.  This has been a dream job for my gregarious, extroverted talented husband, a wonderful place for me to grow my art and my audience and of course a sweeping open place for our son to grow up.  But here we are at the launching place for him and we have very little in our bank account to show for it. The little devil on my shoulder is whispering in my ear that I have failed him, that in my own selfish pursuits of creative living I am keeping him from his dreams. That red-tailed whisperer reminds me that my own parents worked tirelessly at things they didn’t love to make sure my siblings and I could go to college and provide us with opportunities to flourish.  Of course I know what you are thinking my little angels out there, you and the white winged messenger on my other shoulder are whispering, “Lisa you have provided Ivan with a creative environment to live and grow and flourish and he will find his way”.  I know this to be true but still my throat is clenching and my eyes welling with tears as I listen to the dueling voices in my head.

The good news in all this (I guess this is selfish too) is  I get to have my son home for one more year while he completes his senior year of high school. I cannot open all the doors for him that I wish I could, and I know there are other disappointments ahead, but success and accomplishments await too. Through it all my husband and I will be his home, his comfy chair, his warm hug and always his biggest fans.  GO IVAN!

I worked on this quilted fabric chair piece this week at quilt retreat here at the Ranch.  I used self-made stencils to create the chair pattern for machine appliqué and for the painted details.  I’ll put this on my website soon.


Click Your Ruby Slippers & Chant “There’s No Place Like Home”

I’ve been thinking about what home means this past week.  It is a loose thread I’ve been pulling in both art and mental wanderings and this sweater of an idea is still unraveling in my mind, but I’ll do my best to share it here with you.  At its most basic definition home=residence.  But all of us old enough to have moved around a bit know that ones residence isn’t always home, home needs to be comfortable it needs to fit, to allow you to be at ease, turn off and recharge.  Another definition of home is one’s birthplace or place of origin yet another is family group.  All these definitions, while true, are inadequate.  The struggle of  home and self is often played out in the lives of young adults.  A number of my friends and family have children who have gone off to college in the past couple of years.  Some are struggling with the transition.  I think part of that comes from having home (as in your place of comfort) and self in two different places.  A dorm or apartment with a bunch of roommates is can be a exciting, fun home base but not home.  There is a disconnect, a dissonance that comes from not feeling at home in the place that you live.  It’s all a necessary part of becoming an adult, of differentiating from family and becoming ones own self, living your life on your own trajectory and not the trajectory set by your family. It is an essential, uncomfortable, exhilarating time.  I’ve been pondering this process in my own life, trying to remember when home came to reside with me and not with my parents.  It is not a deep line in the sand or specific X on the calendar, it wasn’t leaving for college or getting my first real job, or even getting married that marked the spot.  But somewhere in all that spinning of life and place my residence became my home. Home was with me.  The notion of home began to reside in me not outside of me.    This of course doesn’t mean that I don’t cherish my visits with my parents or that I always feel comfortable wherever I am or that I don’t get lonely sometimes in my drafty, little fixer-upper of a heart, but the old kitschy cliché Home is where the heart is rings true to me and if you listen real close, you’ll hear your own heart beat repeat  HomeSweetHomeSweetHomeSweetHomeSweetHome.

The Little House encaustic collages above will be on sale at my next art sales in November and December.  You, my faithful readers, can have first crack at them, approximately 5×7 inches and $20 each with $5 shipping let me know if you want one via email or comment box.  Home Sweet Home banners are available also.  Each panel is 8 inches square with 3 inches between.  You can custom order the length you want, $10 per panel.  These are not listed for sale on my website but please check out what is at http://lisathorpe.com/