The strangest thing just happened. In my last journal spread my grandmother unexpectedly popped up and today, as I was preparing for my main lesson in paint your heart and soul, my grandfather decided to show up on the page. This was so unexpected and not what I was going for.. I planned to experiment with paint on top of this, but I think I will leave his face alone and experiment on s new piece. Thank god I’m a fast painter 😂
Do these kinds of things ever happen to you guys? It was so weird to me because they popped up right after each other. I miss them, they were a huge part of my life in my early childhood. They were very special people in their own way.
My grandmother was oh so intuitive and highly intelligent. She taught me how to play the piano, we would play music sheets in “quatre mains”. She would take me to the department store to pick out all kinds of pens and pencils and let me draw all over her many notebooks.
She was also plagued by schizophrenia, but even during her psychoses we were able to connect and I could reach and calm her whenever she was upset.
My grandfather survived a Japanese labour camp but he never felt like a victim and he wasn’t angry with his agressors. He looked at this stage of his life as an adventure where he would find ways to not feel the beatings as much (by stealing kitchen towels and putting them under his clothes for example). He was a german teacher and whenever his students didn’t feel like doing the lessons they would ask him about his adventures and he would tell his stories in living colour. He was traumatised for sure but you could only tell because he wouldn’t leave the house or go to sleep without a big knife within arms reach. But overall he was a very kind and funny man. I have heard many stories about survivors being abusive but he never hurt a fly. They were an eccentric and fun couple and I thought I’d introduce them to you. ❤️