A caricature of growing old beautifully, despite the mundane.
Though started years ago as a family tribute to my husband's parents, it didn't sit right to accentuate foibles, especially once deceased. The canvas sat started but untouched for a decade
A poke, a prod, a deadline. Reconciling ones own mortality living in the sandwich generation, it seemed fitting to continue.
I want to be a gal who can love in sickness and in health...resistant of obstacles and celebrating family joy. May I paint on into the beauty of the ordinary.