Dani Day
DMST 4150
Instructed by Joseph Labrecque
January 21, 2007
Death has a funny way of making you feel alive. In six months in 1999, I lost three people I loved and it took me a few years to get over the trauma and move on. It wasn't until I finally scattered my Dad's ashes that I had a moment of enlightnment and was able to go on with life myself.
I had always denied my true calling in life to be an artist. I, like my father and grandfather worked to pay the bills and neglected my talents and saved for the rainy day. My father died before he could enjoy the rain and my grandfather died just as he was starting to have the time needed to follow his heart and explore his creativity. Both were extremely talented, but my father neglected to use the gifts he was given.
When my dog died shortly after my Dad and Grandfather, I thought I would die along with them. My kids kept me strong, but I was only surviving and not living. Years of dispare and self analysis later, I took my Dad's ashes to the mountain he loved so much but never had time to visit and scattered his ashes...as he floated on the wind, I somehow knew I needed to follow my heart and talents and become the artist that he always knew I would be...