“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

7.25.2008

Handprints, footprints, pawprints


Footprints in the sidewalk near my house. How can you not smile at this? How can this not tug at your heart just a wee bit? Because there it is. When his or her best friend is gone, here is a place to come to - a place to lay his or hand on that little pawprint & remember. A physical place in addition to that place in the heart.

I want the handprints of those I love. Will they think me even more silly than they do already? When I show up at my Mother's house and Mary's house with canvas & paint, will they smile or will they shush me away with those hands? Will Maggie the cat find it degrading? Do I care? Not at all. A canvas it will be, sectioned off for all the hands of those I love. Hands that will push into somebody else's section, as they should. Just like real life.

Mary first. And Maggie.
It'll take a week. Maybe less. Look for it here.

15 comments:

  1. I love this. I love it. I love the things that you do.

    Looking forward.

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  2. Beautiful, Debi. When we lived in California, we placed our little children's footprints on the bathroom floor with paint. How I miss that floor!

    You have an award over at my place...

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  3. I think that it's a beautiful idea :-) I like to paint my sons hand and he prints it into birthday and fathers day cards for his Daddy.

    I also really like your header, it's so cool, fresh and peaceful :-)

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  4. Cookie - Thanks again for all your kind words & support. This is a project for me. It helps me. I'm on my way to buy the canvas now. Unfortunately, Robert is out of town for 10 days, and since he will have to be on this piece, I won't be able to complete it until then.

    San - !!! Thank YOU also. Having had my own little personal "ordeal" with leaving behind a wall mural I loved, I knew this had to be on canvas. Something I can take with me wherever I live. And an award? I am hurrying over to your blog as soon as I finish here. Muchas gracias?

    Carol - I am very big into handprints & will talk about where all THAT comes from when I post the photo of the final painting. I hope you're saving all those cards.
    And PS - thanks for the header thumbs-up!

    :)

    Love to all,
    Debi

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  5. I agree! You can always have that love with you wherever you go. I always wanted to take a picture of my grandma's crippled up hands but I never did. I missed out there. I DID tell her that I thought they were beautiful hands. Yours are beautiful too! Love you...

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  6. hello, Emma. I've just come to your blog from "Beyond the fields we know."

    And you have given me an idea about the handprints. I don't think it's silly at all !

    Bob your sweet white cat looks so like my cat Jane. Who sends her best wishes and many miaows across the Atlantic to him and you.

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  7. Panther - Welcome. I remember you from Beyond the Fields We Know & hope your kitty is doing better.
    Bob the cat is sadly no longer with us. There is a post somewhere here called "The Story of Bob" if you'd like to read about him. And he wasn't really mine, as the story shows. My sweetie is Miss Maggie, who is dealing with kindey failure, & has daily injections to keep her happy & up & about. So far, so good.

    Thanks for stopping by - I will send Janes's miaows to Maggie.

    :) Debi

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  8. Christy - The little story about your grandma's hands almost me cry. That's why I want to do this painting. I want to remember this summer & everyone around me.

    I wish there was a way to get the handprints of everyone who visits here. That would be so cool.

    Love you as always,
    Debi

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  9. This is so wonderful. I never thought of footprints in cement as a permanent place to visit an old four legged friend. That makes me want to take my bunny out and search for some wet cement. Somehow, I don't think he would appreciate it all that much, but to have two big back feet and two teeny ones up front imprinted into a permanent place like that would be wonderful.
    Taro turned 6 yesterday...I'm starting to get that sense that he won't be around forever. It used to feel like he would be, when he was young. I felt like I had so much time with him...how quickly it goes by.
    I cannot wait to see this painting, dear Debi.
    xo

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  10. My heart just went ping, sending ripples of delight through the rest of my body :)

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  11. very cool idea! we have sabin's from when she was a baby and it's so precious! she loves to get it out and try to fit her hand on it. it's amazing to see how much she's grown.

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  12. Jaime - Do it! It would be so fun to have bunny prints.

    Hele - Your reply made me so happy! Thank you.

    Julie - My mom has a plaster handprint of mine as a toddler. I'm gonna track it down.

    To all - The painting will take a little longer than I'd thought - Robert is out of town for 10 days, and he has to be on it. I've decided to make it a tribute to this summer. It may be Mary's last & it may be Maggie's last, and I want everyone's prints who've gone through this summer together. Neighbors, family, pets.

    Again, thanks so much.
    :) Debi

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  13. So truly wonderful...I have concrete stepping stones with my kids little hands, and footprints. I treasure them.

    Now I wonder if I can get my goldens and my kitties to oblige me?

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  14. Enchanted - I am so hoping to get Maggie on this painting, but I don't know . . . it feels like it's gonna be difficult! LOL!

    :) Debi

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  15. i should come to your blog 'on time'. i miss out on too much. i had never thought of getting zippy's paw prints :) he he hee thinking of poor taro having to put up with wet paint on his thumpers :) i love that last comment you made about pushing into other's people's squares being like real life. perfect metaphor!

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