Me as a teenager
watercolour paper
11 x 14 inches
Barbara Muir ©
At this point in my life it's too late to change my name,
but I know what name I'd pick if it was a simple
exercise. Of course it's not. Endless government forms,
and insurance and a lot of hours spent explaining, and
even spelling.
Here's what I wrote about it before:
"Ever since I met Alessandra, Mascitti, (who was
the wonderful co-ordinator for the Russo brothers
when they exhibited artists like me in the Carousel du
Louvre exhibitions) I have wanted to
change my first name from Barbara to Alessandra.
I won’t be doing this, but when I write a note to my husband,
I sign it Barbara and then in a separate space Alessandra,
Gloria Galletti. Galletti (many different spellings) was the
family name of my Italian great, great, great grandmother. And
Alessandra Gloria Galletti is the name I wish I could have.
Few people understand this because my regular name --
Barbara Muir --has been good to me, so they believe,
(understandably) that I should be happy with it. And I am.
But if I could wave a magic wand and change my name
that would be my name."
Have a loving your life day!
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