Thread painting in the works. Just a peak.
The back is silk shibori dyed recently.
An old frame thrown in just to see what would happen?
I do this while I contemplate who I am, now?
17 years of being my mothers daughter, again.
Now she living in a wonderful center.
It is better for her. She is safe and has activities to keep her busy.
She has normal times, somewhat.
It is heartbreaking to see someone you love
forget.
She is forgetting while I am remembering.
1 comment:
We walk such similar paths Bobbie...it's nice to read your words, someone who can understand. I am pretty new to this so all I can say...you are always in her heart.
Love to you
Camilla
xo
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