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Gina is ready for something more.
She has been living with her husband Colin for a long time and, though she has tried to jumpstart their marriage again, it seems like a moot point. She’s hoping that the long-awaited trip to Kalosiros in Greece will bring the much-needed spark back into their relationship.
Gina has fond memories of Kalosiros and the trips that she took there with her mother when she was still alive. She also remembers her first love Nico that she met on the island and she remembers the love that bloomed between them while they strolled under sunlit skies along the shores.
Part of her still remains on that island along with the memories of her mother before she got sick. Gina wonders if the last time she was happy was when she in Greece with her mother and Nico. She has been working as a cleaner, trying desperately to save money for the trip back to the island and the memories that it still holds for her.
When Colin unexpectedly decides not to go with her, this is the final straw in their crumbling marriage. The trip away from Colin is a trial separation and as she boards the plane, she feels free for the first time in years. She knows that the two weeks in Greece will be life changing, but she is unaware of how much of herself she will find there.
Still, a small piece of her remembers her first ever love. She wonders if Nico is still on the island and if he will remember her all these years later. What she doesn’t count on is remembering the parts of herself that she had forgotten and that love really begins within.
I loved everything about this novel. Alex Brown has a way of really helping the reader to visualize the world that she’s created. Diving into Bring Me Sunshine, the Greek islands came alive for me and I could feel the sea breeze on my skin and feel the heat of the sun. She truly made Greece come to life for me.
I love the characters that she creates. Gina ends up meeting two women in the resort, Rosie and Deedee. The women become fast friends and they are happy to help Gina on her search for Nico and the love she left behind. What I love about the friendship of these three women is that they became my friends too as I continued to read. The relationship is so real and true and so heartfelt. I love how Alex Brown creates these characters that are so well written I feel like I’ve known them for years.
Alex Brown is so skilled at layering Gina’s story, revealing a piece of Gina a little bit at a time as she discovers Greece all over again and begins to heal. Brown always tells stories in a different way, and she is in top form with Bring Me Sunshine. Part of this novel deals with controlling marriage and mental abuse.
I’ve lived through several relationships where there was mental abuse at play. Though the abuse was never physical, they made sure to bring me down to the lowest form of myself. Reading along with Gina as she began to discover herself again and embraced what she loved, and not what someone else was telling her to love, was sheer joy. I celebrated right along with her as she was able to find herself again. I cheered when Rosie and Deedee told Gina that she deserved joy, happiness and love in her life and I loved Rosie and Deedee all the more for it.
Alex Brown’s books always come along when I’m in need of a little bit of healing myself. Though it’s been over a decade since I was in a mentally abusive relationship, part of them still remained within me and I would hear their voices whenever I doubted myself. After reading Bring Me Sunshine, I will let their voices go with the breeze so that they can no longer hurt me. That’s how powerful Alex Brown’s writing is.
I can’t wait to read this book again and go back to Kalosiros where the air is sweet with the promise of love.
I don’t normally talk about anything related to my day job on here, but this is too cool not to.
Some time ago, there was a call out at my work for an art project that had to do with ARDI (anti-racism, diversity, equity and inclusion). I submitted a piece I had finished recently and didn’t think anything of it for a while.
When I painted “Current”, my intent was twofold. I wanted to paint something that showed the two facets of myself. I was born with spastic Cerebral Palsy and was diagnosed with relapse remitting Multiple Sclerosis in 2014. I’m also gay and was finally comfortable enough to come out of the closet when I was eighteen.
In “Current”, I wanted to show the upstream battle that I’ve had to fight my entire life, always having to swim. I was inspired by salmon who swim upstream when it’s time and the red colour that begins to show on their scales. They fight to swim upstream, following an instinct that is part nature and part nurture. They shine because they just do.
I wanted to show in some way that, despite trying to blend into the crowd and be so called normal, my true self shines through anyways, no matter what I try to do. It’s also a celebration of the uphill battle that I’ve always fought against and won every single time because I choose to. The piece took me a few hours to do and I was so happy with how it turned out.
A few weeks had gone by and then I received an email saying that my work had bee chosen along with eleven other pieces had been chosen by eleven talented artists. That work would be made into elevator wraps for the twelve elevators that are in our office building. I was gobsmacked! I didn’t even know what an elevator wrap was, but I was still overjoyed. When I realized what elevator wraps were, I was over the moon happy!
I finally got to see my elevator wrap today and it still doesn’t seem real, but I have the photos to prove it! I’m so glad that a painting I did is now part of an instillation to help symbolize inclusion and equality. I’m overjoyed that this is something that people will see every time they go into the building.
I’m so happy and overjoyed and so thrilled that my art is being seen by so many people. It makes my heart and spirit happy. I’m also amazed that a 10 by 10 inch piece is now covering an entire elevator door. It shows that big things really do come in small packages.
I had my first solo art show on the 11th of May.
I was really nervous about the whole thing. I’ve had the honour and the pleasure of being in two previous art shows with multiple artists, but this was the first time that I would be having my own solo show. It’s been a dream for a long time.
Several years ago, I had begun planning the steps for an art show when Covid hit. After that happened, the whole dream went away. I didn’t stop painting or learning though, but the dream was always there. Well, that dream finally became reality!
I had fifty-four canvases on display. Those fifty-four canvases represent several years worth of work and each of them was like a signpost on the journey. I was worried that no one would show for all of five minutes and then we had a steady stream of people for the entire day.
It was wonderful to be able to talk to people about my art and what inspired a particular piece, or where the idea for a painting came from. I talked to so many people about my art and spoke as an artist. I had such a wonderful time.
Even better? Well, a portion of my sales went to The Food Bank and I was able to raise $250! I’m so thrilled that I was able to make a charitable donation to a charity that is so much in need because so many people are in need. I even became a monthly donor.
I am so happy with how the exhibition went and I’m beyond thrilled at the response. I’ve had several people ask me when the next show is, and I’m already planning to have one in November if all goes well.
Click below to scroll through all the photos from the Lone Wolf Art Show! Thank you everyone who came by to see me and support me. I appreciate it more than I can ever say.
I need to solve the puzzle of myself.
When I look into the mirror,
I wonder who placed the pieces
of the puzzle that I can see.
My face looks as if it’s made
from a patchwork quilt.
Some of the puzzle pieces are peeling away,
dry with age and time,
the colours faded and pale.
I pry a piece that covers my left eye
away from my face,
gently pulling the carboard from my skin.
It comes away with a soft popping sound,
leaving the skin around my eye red and irritated.
I stare into my eyes in my reflection
and I wonder if it’s the first time
I am really seeing myself.
Carefully, I peel away more pieces of the puzzle,
casting each one to the floor,
where they gather like dragon scales.
I wonder if I am becoming
who I was always meant to be,
or seeing who I always was
without the ideals of other people.
I let the last piece of the puzzle fall away.
Seeing myself as I am for the first time,
I wonder whether the puzzle pieces
were a way of protecting myself
or a way to be seen as others wanted me to be.
I gather the dragon scales into my hands
and wrap my arms around them
as if they were a child.
I stand in front of the mirror and look inward
while seeing myself on the surface.
Looking out at a distant landscape,
I realize that I’m standing on the edge of a cliff.
The wind brushes against my face,
inviting me to let go and let myself fly.
I take each scale, each piece of the puzzle,
and give them to the landscape within.
The wind takes the scales
and I make a wish on each one of them.
As they float away from me,
they look like stars
being carried home.
I remember counting the pills that I had
poured into my hand.
They lay in my palm like scattered
teeth and I wondered if it would hurt
when I swallowed them,
taking a pound of flesh
on their way down.
I remember the sunshine blinding me,
even if I didn’t feel the warmth.
I tried to think of something positive,
a seed of light that could
grow into a flower within me
that could drown out the whisper
of trees and the caws of the birds
that sounded my own voice.
Looking back at the photograph
that is within my mind,
I remember that day,
the mountain of pain that seemed
unsurmountable.
When I flip the page,
I find another photo there.
Its darkness is in stark contrast
to the sun from earlier in the day.
There is barley enough light
To see my face,
but it looks different.
The pain has melted away
to be replaced by grim determination.
In my hand,
I hold a little yellow magnet.
I remember this day because this is the day
that I decided to
live.