Big Love

Don’t look at me cross-eyed when I say that I just dusted a carrot.

In fact, I just dusted nine carrots. And here they are.

They are part of a sculpture by my college art professor Georgia Strange. She offered to trade art pieces with me. So she now has — or maybe had — my painting called “Daddy,” inspired by both my daddy and Sylvia Plath’s poem. (I am a little embarrassed to admit that I painted a Sylvia Plath poem, but what can I say? I was a college art student. That’s what we do. Present tense intended.) And I have Georgia’s multimedia sculpture of carrots made of bronze, wood, variously fired clay, and plaster. All contained in a handmade crib.

I have a few pieces of original pieces of artwork in my life. Not many, but what I have makes me happy.

So, this is my first acquisition, “Artist’s Portfolio,” by Georgia Strange.

And this is my most recent acquisition, “Pixie,” by Felix, age 4.

Do I love one more than the other? I don’t have to. Just as a mother promises, I have enough love to go around.