It’s the last day of school…

here in Burlington, Vermont.  My twin girls will be seniors next year so I’m heading into my last year of parenting kids in high school.  I’m finding myself feeling uniquely nostalgic.  I’m not sad about the inevitable transition, but I am mindful.

Last Day of School Lucy and Willa

I have friends whose oldest or only children are graduating on Friday.  It’s big.  When my son graduated from high school in 2014, I was sort of a mess.  I believe there’s just something about transitions that requires us to take stock of our emotions.

The summer between my junior year and senior year of high school was rough for me.  I had a lot of friends in the class above me and they were all leaving for college and other adventures.  Every time during their senior year when we played a ball game, sang in a concert or went to the drive-in movie theater it felt like we were saying goodbye to our childhoods.

Last weekend in South Dakota I got to spend time with some of those friends who graduated a year ahead of me.  It was great!  I simply cannot believe how much time has passed…1983 and 1984 just don’t seem all that long ago in some ways.  I’m very aware of how my daughters are feeling this last summer before they graduate from high school…perhaps even a little too aware.

I guess to honor life’s transitions, we need to slow down a little and try to understand what it is we’re feeling…the good, the bad and the slightly confusing.

Happy Graduation Class of 2017!

 

different perspectives

I snapped this photo watching “Better Call Saul” the other night.  Our beloved cat, Ms. Karen Lillibridge Govoni is hanging with my husband, Jeff.  When I looked at all of the textures in this image it looked like a renaissance portrait to me.

Rembrandt_Harmensz._van_Rijn_-_Selfportrait_-_Google_Art_Project    lillibridge karen govoni shot portrait

I liked how it was so layered—Karen’s paw hanging, Jeff’s stripey socks, my crow painting, the $10/10-year-old blanket from the airport in Vegas, the industrial lamp and the stack of books (Willa Cather’s My Antonia is the white jacket in the middle).  I took this on my iphone 5S. My family has new iphones and I don’t.  I’m not too bitter about giving up my upgrade, that’s what Moms do, right?  I think I only have to wait until 2019.

When I started playing with this photo in Adobe illustrator I wished that I could shift perspectives on how I see things in the world as easily as I can manipulate them by using design software.

Here’s to new perspectives, folks. 

However you can manifest them in your world.

This is the original shot.

karen govoni shot portrait lisa lillibridge

karen lillibridge govoni in black and white crayonkaren lillibridge govoni portrait watercolor

karen lillibridge govoni blurry wide brush

karen lillibridge govoni textured image

karen lillibridge govoni note paper treatment

karen lillibridge govoni crosshatch

I dreamed…

I was standing in front of a huge bank of drawers labeled something like this illustration.  I was able to open and close the various drawers at will and things would stay magically in place.  Well, of course the absurdity of trying to do this wasn’t lost on me, but I had to create the visual about how “in relationship” all aspects of our lives are all the time.

Trying to get various parts of myself to NOT AVOID EACH OTHER other has required a fair amount of strategy.  It seems so obvious, however, when I thought about the reality of this…it wasn’t quite so simple.  Below is a more realistic illustration I think, at least for me.

THE REALITY OF COMPARTMENTALIZATION LISA LILLIBRIDGE

I’ve really tried to integrate who I am in my studio with the woman I bring home to my family. My family would love the woman at the studio. She’s this creative, resourceful, innovative, free-spirit sort of person. And she has chocolate and beef jerky stashed everywhere.

The reality was that my poor family would get a tired, cranky, unresourceful woman who made everyone feel like they were an interruption and a bother.  So, now I’m making a real effort to bring my artist self home with me.  I might manage this only some of the time—but hey, t’s a work in progress & really isn’t everything?

I would love to hear your stories of successes or struggles in this arena.

Lisa sig