how can there be no comments about this? those 2 words sent me reeling...just spent a few hours with my reluctant mother this past weekend. she is 99 i am 72. your art speaks volumes to me especially the word ''mother'' bleeding red...the weathered, time-worn shade of old paper, the shadowy blobs, faint marks...the cryptic numbers...i am a poet...this piece has opened a floodgate of images i will translate into words...thank you.
how can there be no comments about this? those 2 words sent me reeling...just spent a few hours with my reluctant mother this past weekend. she is 99 i am 72. your art speaks volumes to me especially the word ''mother'' bleeding red...the weathered, time-worn shade of old paper, the shadowy blobs, faint marks...the cryptic numbers...i am a poet...this piece has opened a floodgate of images i will translate into words...thank you.
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