Post by petrolino on Aug 27, 2020 0:54:23 GMT
If there's one thing that haunted my childhood homelife, it was bonsai trees. I would save money to try and buy my mother a small cloisonne pot for her birthday and my sister liked those deadly dragon crystals, like those of swarovski. At times it felt like everything around me was miniature, including my mother, my sister and the women in my family. Things could quickly become claustrophobic, like I was living in a Charles Band horror movie. My mother was, probably, around 5'0" (shorter now), whereas my father was around 6'1", so my sister and I came out somewhere inbetween. We all admired the trees.
They have so much significance to you.
Kind of stressful.
One of my teachers had one in the classroom in 4th grade. She glowed about her tree.
Seems like sometimes a tree/art form is more than its face value.
On the other side Petro growing up with an artist mother must have its own interesting stories.
You're right, enigma, these trees connect me to events both past and present, some more raw than others. It can be stressful, or can offer blessed relief, depending upon the context.
I think my mother does the temperament of an artist. She still performs music on her guitar at her local library and is right now painting cards for people of big cats (lions, tigers, leopards ...). She also makes decorative cakes for people, which again provides an additional source of income that can be valuable to a retiree.
I can picture a teacher glowing and it makes me think of the nuclear site Homer Simpson monitors.