Meteorite

When I was a child, I lived in Nova Scotia. I just loved watching the ocean and the stars at night. It was so quiet and peaceful. Not to mention it was a special treat considering we weren't allowed out after dark very often. The water and moon and sky were so peaceful. I painted this more from memory than sight. It's what my mind remembers about that ocean.

I added the meteorite as a figment of my imagination. No matter how many times I look up at the night sky, that is what I look for. But as yet, I haven't seen one.

Sometimes when life gets rough or hurtful, it's nice to think back to childhood. When life was easier, and the most important thing in life was whether or not you could get the newest Smurf doll. Whether or not you'd hit that homerun that would impress all the boys, or whether or not Mommy and Daddy would let you have some money to go to the corner store and buy a little brown paper bag full of penny candies. My favorite was the tiny vanilla fudge squares that were two for a penny. The only idea anyone had of fashion, was to not be caught dead wearing bell bottoms, and for us tomboys, not to be caught dead wearing anything pink. The color black was cool, KISS was cool, and so was "Pass the dutchie" even though none of us had any clue what it meant. Everyone dressed up like Gene Simmons or the Great Pumpkin for halloween. No axe murders. No razor blades in apples. No war. No worries. The spookiest thing you might see was a small ghost dressed in a white sheet, holding onto a giant bag of candy in one hand, and the hand of their mom or dad, in the other. Life was good. No one died, and everyone was going to be ten years old forever.