WOW, I remember in 1997 going to the Art supplies store on the corner my freshman year of Art School at MICA in Baltimore, MD and coming across her son's book: The Journey Is The Destination, The Journals of Dan Eldon... I had been making sketch books (probably around 30 or more) since I was a kid as they were my outlet for a very emotionally turbulent childhood. Her son's sketch books combined activism with exploration in a stunning, raw, extremely unique style. I was also a youth activist. His work really inspired me. Can't believe this is his Mum! What a cool trip down memory lane. Glad he was helping guide her to promote his work from the other side as his creations are incredible!
There were six children in our family. One brother was murdered. Our Mother was never the same. It seemed as though she forgot we existed. Very hard for all of us in wondering if we had any meaning in her life at all. It never changed
Child of God I was that child too for a while when I was very young, after my brother died at birth. It's so sad for you, and so sad for a switched off mother...not having access to the switch to turn life back on. Just know that the reality is the spirit, the love is there. Hard as it may seem, you all still have each other, finding the joy beneath the layers of grief, allowing the joy to rise in you is possible. Bless you all 💗
WOW, I remember in 1997 going to the Art supplies store on the corner my freshman year of Art School at MICA in Baltimore, MD and coming across her son's book: The Journey Is The Destination, The Journals of Dan Eldon... I had been making sketch books (probably around 30 or more) since I was a kid as they were my outlet for a very emotionally turbulent childhood. Her son's sketch books combined activism with exploration in a stunning, raw, extremely unique style. I was also a youth activist. His work really inspired me. Can't believe this is his Mum! What a cool trip down memory lane. Glad he was helping guide her to promote his work from the other side as his creations are incredible!
There were six children in our family. One brother was murdered. Our Mother was never the same. It seemed as though she forgot we existed. Very hard for all of us in wondering if we had any meaning in her life at all. It never changed
Child of God I was that child too for a while when I was very young, after my brother died at birth. It's so sad for you, and so sad for a switched off mother...not having access to the switch to turn life back on. Just know that the reality is the spirit, the love is there. Hard as it may seem, you all still have each other, finding the joy beneath the layers of grief, allowing the joy to rise in you is possible. Bless you all 💗