On Ash Wednesday, a two-ton truck slammed into the back of our new car. I have never much cared for 'stuff' but when I saw my husband grab his neck, I pretty much flipped, and jumped out the car with clenched fists, ready to deface the truck-drver's head, dent for dent. Instead, all I managed to do was lambaste his ears with a tirade of very strong and equally unladylike expletives!
I had planned to start another sculpture but didn't plan on the motivation. And brother!!!.....did I get motivated!
Again, not planned, the emotion took over.
The saying: "It doesn't rain but it pours" suddenly became alive and very pertinent to the Vallance household. We've been subjected to a financial hailstorm for the past two months and this was the last thing that we needed. Saying that however, we discovered that nomatter how bad things seemed....things could always be much worse. My husband and I could have been seriously injured for one.
The result of this accident was that we suddenly realized what we DID have......the important things...like our health, each other and a loving and supportive famly. The car, for me, represented the destructibility and empty transience of material things...and allowed me to visualize my anger. Not at all pretty!