uncanny....

I've mentioned before
(and I'm sure it comes as no surprise)
that as a youngen I spent many hours drawing and painting and dreaming

Recently my dear mumsy dragged out one of the paintings
I created when I was in high school
(many MANY decades ago - gulp)

 all those gathered gasped

not because the painting was particularly wonderful

(its typical of the style that many teens try out -
even if the subject matter* is perhaps a little less typical for an aussie teen in the 1980s) 

what folk found seriously strange, other-worldly, mysterious was this...

the green girl-child I painted more than 3 decades ago

looks uncannily like our wee girl-child EJ

 check it out in B&W...

 

uncanny yes?

I have no earthly explanation for this

* As a teenager I was totally obsessed --- and I do mean OBSESSED with Native American history, culture, current affairs and activism -- I devoured everything and more about indigenous peoples of the Americas and for many years it seemed that everything I did related to Native Americans : history projects, art, poems, songs, short stories....  I used to drag this large painting to school every day on the bus... The figure at the top of the painting was from an historical photograph of Chief Joseph (I rather liked Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce) - I think the landscape in the middle was my rendition of the Bear Paw battlefield in Montana (but it may have been somewhere else.... it was a long time ago!) --- I had no reference picture for the figure at the base - she came from 'somewhere' I know not..... 

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