This somehow reminds me of my mother. She was very elegant, very southern and always very well dressed. She died when she was 47 so in my minds eye she never got old. I didn't get her long, lanky genes so I never quite was the daughter she had in mind. I think she hoped to raise a Miss America. Instead she got a stocky athelete with scraped knees and elbows and a desire to run with the boys. I wish I had known her better.Friday, February 09, 2007
"Pick Pink", oil on masonite, 5x5"
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This somehow reminds me of my mother. She was very elegant, very southern and always very well dressed. She died when she was 47 so in my minds eye she never got old. I didn't get her long, lanky genes so I never quite was the daughter she had in mind. I think she hoped to raise a Miss America. Instead she got a stocky athelete with scraped knees and elbows and a desire to run with the boys. I wish I had known her better.
This somehow reminds me of my mother. She was very elegant, very southern and always very well dressed. She died when she was 47 so in my minds eye she never got old. I didn't get her long, lanky genes so I never quite was the daughter she had in mind. I think she hoped to raise a Miss America. Instead she got a stocky athelete with scraped knees and elbows and a desire to run with the boys. I wish I had known her better.
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