It is truly a lovely day outside. A bit gray and blustery with a chill in the air. The first day that's really felt like Autumn. The days are getting shorter, which always makes me sad, but can sometimes be a good thing. Shorter days have a way of forcing me to slow down and "get back to work". I actually finished two watercolor/collage over the weekend and they are both listed in Gerushia's Etsy Shop.
This piece has been "in the works" for quite some time. I've been fascinated with the legend of La Llorona since I was a wee girl. Growing up in Southern California, La Llorona was a legend that ran strongly within the Mexican culture. She is rumoured to walk through many of the cemetaries through the desert region.
La Llorona is Spanish for The Weeping Woman. She is believed to have drowned her own children in order to be with the man she loved ~ but, she was rejected by the man. When she reached the gates of Heaven, she was asked, "Where are your children?" and she replied, "I don't know, my Lord." She was not permitted to enter Heaven until she found her children. She now wanders the Earth for all eternity, searching for her drowned offspring.
As you can see, I've used images that conjure the idea of La Llorona...a Lady in White, a woman in mourning at the headstone, and children....
*Photo of headstone courtesy of Chantal Menard.
"Bedelia's First Date"
What a glorious day!! Bedelia is going on her first date AND she's going with Mr. Bruce. All the gals in town just love Mr. Bruce. Well, he's just about the most handsome man in the whole county ~ so strong and proud...oh, and his eyes make all the women swoon.
On this day of Bedelia's first date, she woke very early, took a long, luxurious bath and spent all day making herself look pretty. She decided her blue hat was perfect for the evening. So...Bedelia put on her little black dress and her lovely blue hat and she looked gorgeous!!
Bedelia's family was so happy for her. They hugged her and complimented her on her beauty. Everyone waited on the front porch for Mr. Bruce to arrive. Of course, Bedelia was a bit embarrassed about that, but the family insisted. Anyway, Mr. Bruce arrived precisely on time. He looked smashing in his new golden collar. Oh, he's so polite! Bedelia's daddy shook Mr. Bruce's paw, gave him the rules and wished them a good time. Just as Mr. Bruce and Bedelia were leaving, the sky boiled with blackness and the air turned to static...."OH no ~ not again" Bedelia cried....
Now, the end of the story belongs to you!!
I just adore writing little stories to go along with my art. Both of these pieces can be found in the shop in print form as well as the originals.
And...although I have been busy in my studio, we managed to get the house decorated for Halloween. I get almost giddy over the thought of pumpkins and ghoulies and all that sort of silly Halloween fun...
I posted a photo of Mr. Tolliver on my facebook "fanpage", and just by accident, a silly, spontaneous poem was created. I started with this basic photo caption: "Poor Mr. Tolliver fell in the pot, then fell into a terrible rot!!"...then, someone else chimed in and left a short, poetic verse, then another person added another verse...and I added a few verses myself as well as my brother, Robert. In the long run, this accidental, spontaneous poem took on a life of it's own ~ a bit of Edward Gorey and a splash of Dr. Seuss...
"Poor Mr. Tolliver"
Poor Mr. Tolliver fell in the pot, then fell into a terrible rot!!
Did he slip?
Did he trip?
He took a terrible flip....
He fell in the pot
Graceful? He's not...
He got stuck in the pot and couldn't get out,
Despite all the hours he spent giving shouts.
His neighbors were wondering where he was about...
Poor Mr. Tolliver couldn't get out...
He scratched and he clawed and screamed till he cried,
All the while wondering..."am I going to die"?
Will I croak in this pot...give up my ghost?
Before I have a chance to eat my morning toast?
Was he drunker than snot when he fell in the pot?
Yes, yes he was, he was drunker than snot
And that's what caused him to fall in the pot.
You see, Mr. Tolliver had a bad cold,
That's what happens when you're fragile and old.
He coughed and he hacked and he blew his nose,
Till the snot was a drippin' from his head to his toes.
Slippin' and slidin' in his puddle of snot,
Caused old man Tolliver to fall in the pot!
Isn't that a silly poem? But, it was so much fun.
Oh, and I've had a terrible time fighting with those yucky, plump green tomato worms the last few weeks. They give me the chills...ick!!
All so tempting!!
Is anyone else having a battle with the "candies" right now?
As always, thank you so much for stopping by, as it is always appreciated.
Until Next Time:
Gerushia's New World