I made this painting to honor and give tribute to mostly forgotten and ignored caregivers. The Mom whose son has Autism was especially specifically on my mind.
The general public expects us to be strong and stoic. Never asking for help or even admitting that we also have hopes, dreams and desires. Caregivers are seen as some sort of Superhuman Superheroes. Except that Life is not a series of comic book panels where the Hero can regenerate themselves. We get sick and we die.
We die with our Needs unmet and our Voices forever Silenced.
When we’re in trouble there’s nowhere to go and nobody to turn to. Who cares for the Caregivers?always our Voices are lost because no one hears our cries.
Holidays are especially difficult because you’re under pressure to do so much. Expected to do activities that you can no longer do for whatever reason. Abandoned by family, society and government. .
Yet you Learn Silence with a Smile because that’s what is wanted of you. Like a trained seal that balances a rubber ball on its nose in order to get a stingy ration of one thin bony Fish. Now clap then disappear so that the rest of us can continue in undisturbed comfort.
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TyRhysia, the implants rickle and stitch said Rhysia as she ran her hands over the pearl size bumps along the side of her face.
Leave them alone Rhysia. They will be removed once we reach homeland base Felinia.
RememberThe Ancestor cards yet to be retrieved and activated.
Your uncomfortable internal pearls have a vital role to play in the drama.
But TyRhysia, I want to be a Honeycomb! A Constellation of Honeycombs in the Mouths of Lions.
Hush baby. You will be. You soon will be.
Each of us has a microFantasy to act out.
At which point TyRhysia activated Rhysia sensor pearl cranium implants causing Rhysia to Rhythmically grimple and grackle along the mossy grass fields whilst ejecting spurts of podshoots that ignited into fiery energy bursts.
Deactivating the pearl bead sensors causing Rhysia to collapse into a deep meditative slumber.
Oddly positioned up above in the overhead tree branches which formed a leafy Murphy bed. Lower legs visible occasionally fwipping in and out from celestial island breezes.
Unfolding her massive wings She Who Sees All Gently Hovering Watching over her snoring charge.
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Ms. Rhysia you’re innocent as charged. For a crossed eyed Dragon sees straight in its Dreams.
