Being raised by a Southern woman is definitely different. You wouldn’t know unless you were raised by one. The quirky sayings, the “yes ma’am” and “yes sir” replies to questions, and the “y’all”.
Since I was young, my mama told me that I had southern blood running through my veins. She told me that I was an old soul and that I feel things differently than other people. I feel the emotions and the heartaches of myself and others more deeply than anyone she’s known. She always attributed that to our family history.
I had been there once when I was little, for my grandmother’s funeral. She was the perfect southern belle and from what I can remember of her, she was always put together. She spoke with her drawl and I just remember that I wish I had an accent like that. Now, I don’t remember much, but I do remember that we would bring her fresh flowers and she taught me how to cut and arrange them in to a vase. To this day, I don’t arrange flowers without thinking about her. I knew, even when I was little, that I wanted to visit New Orleans and I wanted to see where our family came from.
In March of 2015, I was so excited to get the chance to see where my roots originated. I was going to New Orleans with my family on a long weekend. I couldn’t wait to be in the Big Easy. For some reason, I always thought that it was where I belonged. I knew I would fall in love with the city before I even arrived. And I was right.
Over the course of our stay, we explored the Quarter, stopped at St. Louis’s Cathedral, and ate all of the fried oysters. We went on a ghost tour of the Quarter and getting to learn more about the history and the character of New Orleans really drew me in. I could have wandered those streets for days and I would have been perfectly happy.
The photo above was taken on one of our walks through the Quarter. I glanced to the left and down this arched corridor was this fabulous mural and a fountain. The statue of a woman sitting on the edge fooled my eyes at first. I thought she was real and so I glanced away. I was a little upset that I couldn’t get a photo of the fountain. I was worried the woman would be angry, as she was the only one who was sitting there. To my happy realization, she was just a statue. I quickly snapped the photo and caught up with my family. I loved finding little walkways and side streets that had so much character. I wish I would have taken more photos on that trip, but now it gives me a chance to go back and explore.
The painting was inspired by the mural behind the fountain. I loved the vibrant colors and the way the blues and greens of the surrounding sky and topiary contrasted with the orange, tan and red that was used in the mural. This is one of my favorite paintings because I love the contrasting colors.
The makeup look was created using the same contrasting theme. I created a warm cut crease with the stark blues on the lid. This is accented with glitter because in the painting there is glitter paint to accent the blue, however, you cannot see this in the photo. I love the way that this look turned out and I love the way it took me back to that day in the French Quarter.