For the last several weeks, I've been painting my mom and her brother as kids. My mother passed away close to two years ago. She faced the debilitating effects of a massive brain hemorrhage with a kind of grace I have not quite seen before or since, for that matter. That grace carried her through many more years here. Her spirit is alive, well and free. Thankfully, I feel her wisdom and love daily. I have an awe-some angel who has always been free. I would like to think we all are.
Working on this painting has been a cathartic and fascinating journey.