A Facebook post by my sister reminded me that it was the anniversary of our mother’s death eleven years ago. I’d forgotten. That sounds awful I know. but in reality it is not. I think I have experienced so much death in my life that I self protect by not wanting to remember. But since I was reminded today I spent the morning recalling how sadly that she was taken from us so suddenly. She was a vibrant and energetic women who died peacefully in her sleep one night. She was found by her grandkids in the morning while trying to wake her to make them ‘grandma’s pancakes.’
At the kitchen sink today I spotted the only rose in my garden. You see, my mother was roses. She cultivated them, grew them, made magic with them. Even after death she let her children know in a very special way, that she WAS roses. So I went out, cut it and decided it was time to make ‘studio time’ and get to work!
I set up a still life on my mom’s mirrored backed china hutch. I placed the César Chavez rose I picked on top of one of her hankies and her crystal hurricane lamp next to it. I took numerous photos and then did a quick wc study in my moleskine before working on this monotone study all afternoon. It was done on awful handmade watercolor paper someone gave me once. It is painted with water-soluble graphite and Payne’s Grey watercolor . This study is approx. 7.5 x 11 inches.
It was really a nice way to spend the afternoon remembering Mom.