Monday, December 20, 2010
paintings of my mother
I folded up and threw out a painting today. Not this one. I'm keeping this one. Inspired by a black and white photograph, this is the way I like to remember my mother. Smiling. Brave. Touching my shoulders with pride, showing off the new smocked dress that she had made for me. I made several paintings of my mother in 2008 from photographs. It helped me, she had passed in 2007. I used the black and white photographs my dad took. She liked to pose with us kids on Sundays after church. Above: the one I threw out today. It was time. Too large for my archival box, it was in the way. I tossed it because it did not flatter her. It did not look like her. Above: also tossed. I stitched red thread into each painting and showed them in 2008. Too personal.