Mother

This is Mother, mine was born in the Autumn and I found out she passed in the Spring.

This has a recycled textured canvas with plant matter attached and paper cutouts, I used 2 brushes, a palette knife, and my fingers.

It was while I was painting sitting on my folding chair, a tiny Mother stopped beside me as I was working on the flowers in the center with my finger. I replied yes and pointed out my other 3 tools and expressed, I use only went I need to express, at this I pointed to my forehead and the movement of letting it pour out of me, and she said very lovely.

All during this process I cried and did not hide, the sorrow and love within was shared without.

Namaste