8 x 16 Mixed Media Acrylic Painting on stretched canvas
A lovely street close to town where I lived growing up, the first house is a whimsical interpretation of the duplex home my Mom bought and raised three girls in.
The street sat at the bottom a great big hill that led to our school. There was a place across the road where we could go sledding in the winter or race our bikes down in the summer.
The simpler times when life seemed so carefree.
My new series of whimsical villages is turning into a journey of all the places I've lived and it's funny how you can forget things about your past or your child hood until there's a reason to fast forward them to the future. The first home my Mom purchased on her own after Dad and her had split up was this house on 5 Burgess. It was a modest duplex home with three bedrooms and a pool in the back yard. Our next door (literally) neighbors were another single family with three kids. Our schools were right across the road and friends dotted the neighborhood up and down the hill. It was the kind of place where we planted roots for many years as Mom began to rebuild our lives.
But as all good things must come to an end, we moved on to another town when I was in 8th grade. I'll never forget how distraught I was at leaving all that I knew, the friends I had in my circle since I was 6 years old. It was truly devastating to leave but then again, most children find it hard to move when they are young, I was no different than many others who traveled that road many times before me. My 8th grade year was a year that I had some life changing events happen, which helped shape me into the person I am to day. It was also that year that I was hit by a car, just down the road from the new home we moved to after we left Burgess. All is well now--but it was a long road to recovery for me in more ways then one. I hadn't thought about all this in a very long time, that is, until I started creating this whimsical piece.
What do you remember about your Burgess Street?