It’s unfinished. I got so far and then couldn’t go further because there were things I didn’t like. So I just doodled around it.
Okay, so I’ve been away for a while trying to kick-start some creativity from within me. Unfortunately, it has not been as successful as I would like. In my whole life I have only done two (oil) paintings, and those were decades ago. One was a portrait and actually turned out quite successfully. The other was a fairly good knock-off of a photograph, which is a no-no because it wasn’t my photograph. That went to the curb and was immediately picked-up by a dumpster diver.
I recently attempted to do something using acrylics. I chose acrylics because it’s an easy clean-up. This piece is to cover a fuse box on the wall of a basement office, so I chose a topic giving the sense of looking out of a window.
As I look at it, I see lots of places that need improvement which I won’t list here. He loves it because it’s was done by me and for him. I would like some feedback from others, too. Please let me know where you think I could have done better.
It was a beautiful church, first established in the early 1800s in the little Canadian village. Over the next two centuries the church building was rebuilt twice. The final structure was a beautiful stone building with stained-glass windows, but it no longer exists. The church was closed, and the building demolished about 10 years ago because of declining parish numbers…that’s something that is not uncommon.
Surrounding the church was the parish cemetery with tombstones dating back to the early 1800s. This cemetery is one of three in the village and actually across the street from the other oldest cemetery established by one of the founding fathers. Both of these cemeteries are special to me because they are the resting place of many of my ancestors.
We had driven into the village, something we’ve done periodically, just to see our old homesteads and talk about the way things used to be. As we pulled up to the front of the cemetery, we were shocked at what we saw. There were more tombstones knocked over and lying on the ground than were standing upright like they should have been. It left us speechless. As we walked around, I began counting the number of damaged tombstones. I had to stop at 75…I just couldn’t go on.
There was a sign posted by the diocese stating simply that the tombstones were being restored.
Really? Really? It seems implausible to me that this many tombstones would deteriorate all at the same time due to Mother Nature. My first thought was that there were other hands behind all this damage.
So now I’m wondering: Who did this and why? Why this old cemetery and not the other? Do they have no respect for the many strong, courageous people who came to this wilderness 200+ years ago and established this great little village? What is wrong with these people?
Or am I wrong?