I had two daughters. They were not inseparable. Actually they were leaps and bound different. But they were sisters. They attacked life differently. One stayed in the shelter of books, and expanded her imagination, and her faith. The other grasped hold of the brass ring of the world’s excitement, and lived among the outcasts, the socially deprived and the fringe.
If they were colors, they would be complimentary. If they were lines, one would not say the were parallel, but the did have point of crossing. If they were tones. One would be a bold brass horn, the other a piccolo or the Brazilian fan flute. Yet they were first sisters.
I can see them standing in the courtyard, wrapped in sunshine, fresh are and silk. They knew each other in those moments of serenity, where no one could touch them. That inner sanctum of friendship and love, that only sisters know.
Grapes of the Harvest
We all want to celebrate the harvest. The harvest is when the work we do is savored, appreciated and even rewarded. My family and I have gone through a lot emotionally over the last year, and today we were able to see the completion of that year and a few months, with the sentencing of Robert Charles Serrano.
This painting is to remember this date, and to hopefully help someone else in the universe to celebrate something. The April 29, 2011, Friday in the Orange Superior Court sentencing is over. Yes!
On January 3rd, 2011, our daughter, Corban J. L White was killed, and today the drunk driver, Serrano was sentenced today for 31 years. The grapes represent the awaited harvest of justice after more than a year of pretrial, preliminaries, meetings, button making, ribbon glueing, and delays and a whole immeasureable amount of grief for both the Lewis/Smith family and my family.
The Orange County Register carries the story. For all of you who have support me and my family, thank you!