
 This is a wall hanging I did in honor of my Grammie.  She was a very special person.  She wrote poetry and was my "angel".  I always knew Grammie was praying for me.
This is a wall hanging I did in honor of my Grammie.  She was a very special person.  She wrote poetry and was my "angel".  I always knew Grammie was praying for me.Made of aged fabrics, silkscreened wings, and paper.
 
Fragments of My Life and Art
 After celebrating Mother's Day, I am reminded of all the things a mother's hands do for us.  They pick us up, clean us help, feed us and sometimes discipline us.   My mother's hands are 93 years old.  It's really bad when your own hands look older than your mothers!  My are swollen with arthritis and her's are not.  She no longer knows who I am, but I know who she is and that's all that matters now.
After celebrating Mother's Day, I am reminded of all the things a mother's hands do for us.  They pick us up, clean us help, feed us and sometimes discipline us.   My mother's hands are 93 years old.  It's really bad when your own hands look older than your mothers!  My are swollen with arthritis and her's are not.  She no longer knows who I am, but I know who she is and that's all that matters now.
