a letter to my children

Jack. Twenty months.

Time goes by too fast. The seasons. Our lifetimes.
The best thing I've ever done in my life was to have children with Ned. We did our best with you and that's all anyone can do. Oona
The thing that is so wonderful is that people are different. I'm different from Ned. My background is different. But maybe it's our differences that are the most important thing.

And it all happens so fast. Too fast. Jay

Not to know but to go on.
When I'm with family, I downplay the importance of art in my life.

That I'm trying to understand my response to my immediate world and how to best express that response.

When I was a mom with babes, I spent so much time watching my children play. Then in the evenings I painted watercolours of those times. Grace and April

I made quilts from shapes stitched together into a female language. The quilts helped me to express my own unique feelings about things. What things? Those things that I spent my time with. For years, it was you children.

Now, being with all four of you is a rare event. What I notice about each of you, about all of you, is that you are each unique. You are different from us, from each other, and from your partners.

Everyone is unique. Eveyone is different.
All of us have something of our very own to do with our time here. Our life time. detail of portrait of moi by April

And our time goes so fast.
Too fast.