Monday, January 15, 2024

My Rock

 Adam Sun was my rock. He was a daily, joyous, presence. I miss his phone calls and his excited and cheerful personality.

 My son is dancing and singing in heaven now. His earthly struggles are gone, his burden is lifted.


In honour of my dearest, I have adapted my artwork. Adam Sun painted beautiful textured paintings with something he called "mooga": intricate brushstrokes in a psychedelic fashion. This represents the rock of love, the Rock of Ages.



at
Labels: , , , , , , ,

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Thanks to God and my children

  I am a lifelong artist, gardener and herbalist, and maker with a deep love for the natural world and traditional ways of living. I was bo...

  • Chandis Adam Strehlen 01/11/82 to 11/18/23
      My Greatest Joy, my biggest failure On January 11, 1982, 9:00 a.m., in a room full of hippies, I gave birth to a beautiful boy, Chandis Ad...
  • The Art of Death
      Since the murder of my kitten, Lucky in 1966, I have been morbidly curious about death. In my dark bedroom I imagined laying in a coffin,...
  • My Rock
     Adam Sun was my rock. He was a daily, joyous, presence. I miss his phone calls and his excited and cheerful personality.  My son is dancing...