|Georgia O'Keeffe, young and old, with Poppy painting from 1927|
|Our daughter, Rachel, weaves her web around Grandma.|
Exposure to art was one of the greatest gifts my mother gave my brother and I. Weekly lessons at the Vancouver Art Gallery from a very early age were essential in her mind. Despite the fact that she was neither artist nor performer: art, dance, and music were always encouraged. When our young children got into her knitting basket and let loose with a giant and intricate web of all her wool throughout the house, a mess through which none of us could move, they were not admonished, instead they were celebrated for their sculptural abilities and encouraged in their art play. A few days before she died, in a moment of lucidity for both of us, I thanked my mother for all the art, the dance lessons, the piano, the attention to detail, all those gifts. Life and art a web... woven, intertwined.
|Tekla's poppy, the day she died.|
|O'Keeffe Poppy t-shirt block.|
|The Dirt Shirt from my mother's beloved Costa Rica.|
|Mom in the garden, a celebration of dirt.|
|Women's Faces... needs a few more patches.|
MMMMM... Mother, Mourning, Menopause, Metatarsal, Madness
|My left foot: first metatarsal good and screwed.|
Mother does not always know best.