When I was working in my studio yesterday, I was looking at this painting that I did when I was in college. It’s a portrait of my mom, when she was young, after she’d built a snowman. I used a photograph to create this painting, and it was the first portrait I’d ever done in my life. It was a gift to her, just because. This painting is mine again, waiting to be hung somewhere in my studio, since my mom passed away last year. So I just thought I’d share it here on the blog since I never have.
I was so proud of this paint, especially since I’d never done a portrait before. And I was so happy to give it to her. It makes me kind of sad now to look at it, knowing why I have it. But I’m glad I have it, and more glad that I was able to give it her. Miss you, Mom.