Mothers, Daughters, and Phoenixes

By Rita

You might not know this but Wine Art Wednesdays was started by 2 sets of mothers and daughters: Joan & Alex and Audrey & Jennifer and later garnered two more sets; Gina & me and Donna & Jesse. And the funny thing about this is that of the eight of us, none have the same last name. Either through marriage, re-marriage, or divorce, none of our last names are the same!  (Fun fact.)  In other words, Life ….. its shifts, dips, rises, and eddies, affects us all. We change, we re-invent, we adjust, and we move forward. WAW began sort of as a phoenix that needed to rise from some ashes.

Over the past two WAW’s, one at Donna’s home and the next at mine, we talked of our usual concerns such as … where is the best flea market to buy (no kidding) bugs.  Note: please see our new line of “bug paintings”.  Or, what is the best way to launder an expensive, intricate tutu. Oh, I won’t make you wait for the answer … in a Jacuzzi of course! Donna is a costumer extraordinaire and is full of erudite knowledge about costumes. Or the perils of being an aging butterfly. Or whose corn chowder tasted better.

But there is a theme that runs through many of our multi-color conversations and that is how special mother daughter relationships are.  We are all daughters, some of us are mothers, some of us have daughters, and some of us have the amazing fortune to become so close to the younger women in the group that they have become our surrogate daughters.  Within the WAW group we have begun a special bonding process between one generation and the next. Of course, many in the group go way back and that process began when our younger artists were infants.  But there are many new, cross-generational friendships and close relationships growing in the fertile soil of WAW.  We share our stories (sometimes uproarious stories) of child-rearing and they share their stories of apartment hunting or dating disasters and sometimes finally let us know about something that went on at college that they now feel it’s ok to tell us.   It’s really never ok. You guys wouldn’t want to hear our frightful college stories. But I digress.

During our dinners and our famously fun painting sessions, there is an amazing magic happening.  We are developing a caring for one another, we’re learning each other’s stories, and we’re supporting and mothering any one of us who needs a little bit of mothering.  We are becoming closer to our own daughters and quasi-adopting other daughters who grace the WAW tables. It’s a safe place for us to discuss ANYTHING and there is always positivism and a sense that our creativity transcends and heals anything that Life may place in our path.  As I looked around the WAW table this past week, each of us has had a pile of ash to rise up from. Life has a way of dumping a pile of that grey stuff on all of us.  These small canvases we paint …. whether they are sumptuous, whimsical, primitive, or pure design …. they are the colorful feathers of our Phoenixes. We are giving each other the safe place we need and the open hearts we all crave. The kindness of friendship, the laughter, the understanding, the sharing, and the love we give each other are the wind, the air, and the color we all use to create our plumage …….

….. and our Phoenix rises.