I am not sure why I keep thinking about them lately, but those little Russian nesting dolls have me captivated lately. Their faces, colors, little aprons… I have such a fond, but vague memory of them being in my life somehow when i was small… but i loved them then, and i am so glad to be revisiting my childhood through them. They make me think of my mom, and that feeling of being little and safe in her care. I am pretty sure we spent almost every day together until my first day of Kindergarten. That was not easy… for either one of us. But she got me on that bus and sent me out into the world, and it was great… Kindergarten had lots of crayons, and snacks! But it still was never easy, leaving my mom.
It didn’t get much easier as I left her again and again, for school, life, and marriage… but we will always be part of each other, wherever we go.
That’s what the Matryoshkas remind me of.
* artwork originally posted yesterday in my post: Art is my child. It’s a girl!
* Dolls photographed above can be purchased at worldmarket.com