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Carol Pearson’s oil paintings capture the lush florals and vibrant scenery of Louisiana. Wild Child, Daughter, Big Sister, Wife, Mother, Grandmother
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Her Memoir
My mother was happy when she was painting. She smiled through her eyes, and her spirit and voice was soft and calm. Mystery and beauty inspired her as an artist.
When I was around three, I remember her walking through the front door after teaching an art class, and her smile radiated the room. She had natural blonde hair, since her father was full Swed. Her eyes were shiny and grey blue like the pale cool waters of the Baltic sea. I say I was probably 3 when I had this memory, because my brother was born when I was 4 1/5, and she wasn’t pregnant with him yet, or maybe she was in her first trimester- and that explains her ultra glow in my memory.
My mom started painting, as I remember her telling me, when she was in college. From her side of the story, she changed her major to Business because of the pressures she was getting from her father and her husband- my dad. They- my dad and my grandfather- agreed “Art didn’t pay”. That the only thing they agreed on. So, she wasn’t supported as an artist. Her father refused to continue to pay for her college, if she didn’t switch her major from art to business. (I think he refused to pay for college when she married my father- since he physically tried to fight him at some point in the beginning of their relationship) So, she switched to business, but eventually dropped out of college to help my dad through school, and start a family.
I guess she did her best at staying true to her passion as long as she could, until she eventually she buckled under pressure, and was forced to “get a real job”- from the voices of the fathers. From that point, she went from job to job trying to make money to contribute to the family, and eventually quit painting.
