Right before Sean and I divorced I went back to college. I wanted to finish my bachelors, having only an associates in fashion is not enough I thought. Unfortunately I could already smell grim days with him that peaked at me from ahead. I was afraid I would never find a job in fashion in Miami so I decided art history suited me. How much I would love to work at a museum or a gallery surrounded by beauty. That is all I wanted then, to be surrounded by art and the different worlds artists plaster on canvas. Every class with Ms. Whitman was a trip to those worlds. A dark room and a slide show, I loved her lessons.
I had Amber with me that day since she was still a bit under the weather. Ms. Whitman was strict but very understanding when it came to having my daughter attend her class on unusual situations like this. Pushing a stroller with a toddler into the room would always come with stares of twenty something kids that probably felt sorry for me. Amber loved this class, sure it wasn't her favorite cartoon show or Barney but she was mesmerized with the paintings as much as I was. Aside from the random question here or there she understood she had to keep as quiet as possible, like a mouse I said to her. With a sippy cup in hand and cheese crackers on the other, she was ready for the show.
The class was Women Artists and today we visited the surreal world of Remedios Varo. I never thought such beauty could reside inside anyone's mind. Her imagination was wild and she gave us a visual trip for generations to come. Each painting was a dream, a fantasy world that although sometimes scary I wanted to be trapped in. I hope one day to leave my inner world for people to navigate as well. Like the many paintings on alchemy of Varo, to turn the mundane into beauty and try to make sense of pain by attempting to turn it into love.
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