Still life with lilies-of-the-valley, a Wedgewood pot, and a Palestinian purse.
Fountain pen on paper, 6"x8".
My mother died on May 23, seven years ago. Yesterday morning I called my father, and after speaking with him I went to my garden. The lilies-of-the-valley were in bloom, as they were when she died, and I picked some to bring back home, but before that I picked up and held the stone I had brought from her garden to mine. Last night I did this drawing, which is about her and me...my mother would be very happy to know I am drawing and painting again. I'm not sad, thinking about her -- tremendously grateful.
What a wonderful way to connect with your mother. Lovely, Beth.
Posted by: Jan | May 24, 2013 at 11:35 AM
A lovely thought.
Posted by: Hattie | May 24, 2013 at 12:16 PM
Let me not be like those who say: "The sky is blue." Enough with this describing..... How so often the looks are mistaken for the hidden reality. A poignant moment, Beth; and your picture is a beautiful way to allude to it.
Posted by: Tom | May 24, 2013 at 01:21 PM
Lovely, Beth. Both the drawing and the post which goes with it.
Posted by: Rachel Barenblat | May 24, 2013 at 08:29 PM
xx
Posted by: Ivy | May 25, 2013 at 12:17 PM