Mandy, Michelle, Liane and Keryn. Michael Henry Perry’s four daughters. He asked to see us together and I’m so glad he did. It was wonderful being together again. Thank you my sisters. What a richness - shared history and heritage. Our roots are strong. I’m grateful and I love each one of you💕. .
Real life socialization- learning to converse inter-generationally. The girls were being observed by a couple sitting near us inside who were whispering about how kind and well behaved the girls are. I honestly chalk up it not only to parental training and diligence but to having an extremely low-tech lifestyle. I love watching them engage with the world- they amaze me every day. Bug chatted with this woman for 5 minutes at least.
#reallife #homeschoollife #shareyourstory #screenfreekids #freerangekids #foursisters #summermemories #colectivo
Day 17 for #macchiatosineden
is The Green Mile: green books
I am not a big fan of the colour green but luckily mint seems to fall in that family too and I have some pretty books to show off for that!
Out of these 3 I’ve read Peter Pan and I’m hoping to get to The Missing Girl and Four Sisters in September. ☺️
Q: Random question but since Four Sisters is a non-fiction book and I’d love to get back to reading that genre; what’s your favourite non-fiction book? Give me some recommendations!
Let it Evolve.
So when I started this piece it was about my roots. The feeling of growing and evolving in the garden of love my parents had created for me and my four sisters (the four flowers!) As I did the outline with black ink and then the background the piece started showing a different side of itself slowly. I had just heard about four people that mattered in whatever small and big way in life, were suffering from cancer. The painting because more of a healing sessions for me even though only for a few mins in the day.
As I painted the background the black ink kind of leaked into the background and as my mood wasn’t in a great place I just let it evolve and speak a story however it meant to.
As the black ink started spreading in the background my mind started enjoying that process. I wasn’t sure what was happening.
But I kept going.
Because I was thinking of those four people I had found out about their thoughts started coming to mind. Their smiles, their presence and just my interactions with them.
Soon I had a moment of clarity.
Our life is a friend of our death. They walk hand in hand, only think is death is the shadow and life in the presence. It’s like death never leaves us, it’s always there for us just like life.
As I let the piece evolve, I noticed myself coming to terms with the sad news and seeing this piece as my understanding and acceptance towards letting go of what once is beautiful.
#death #cancer #life #artistmind #storytelling #lifelessons #flowersinagarden #foursisters #hitchinartist #creativemuslimwomen #southasianart #humnamustafa #art #originalartwork #commissionsopen #tellyourstory #letmetellyourstory #lovemylife
Day 5 of #30DaysOfGratitude
My 3 Big Sisters ❤
Because they are all so much older than me, growing up it was like having 4 moms. They babysat me, took me shopping and in general absolutely spoiled me. They gave out to me when I didn't eat my dinner, and snook me sweets under the table at the same time. They introduced me to all things girly and are to this day still constantly there when I need someone to talk to. We kill each other at times, but overall I'd be lost without them. I couldn't ask for a better 3 big sisters
Learning to sew so I can make my own kites. First project was a kite bag for the California Condor