Sister Piece, Gift of Love

I don't do pieces more than once, that would be very un-artful... however, in this case, I created a sister piece to an earlier post called Gift of Love. You may need to look at the previous post to get the back story on this piece. Long story short, Mollie, on of my students, wanted to give her mother a painting based on the painting I did for my mother, based on the flowers they brought her. Her mother, Kay, and my mother are kindred spirits. I woke this Mother's Day at 7:00am, and couldn't get back to sleep. All I could think about was doing this painting for Dr. Kay. I love to paint in the morning, it's like meditation. The house was quiet, I didn't even make coffee. I literally rolled out of bed and into the studio. I put on a little music and poured it out. I was very pleased with the outcome and mom was so happy thet she and Kay would have such a special Mother's day gift. The Crosby's have been very good to us, and they have always supportd me in my artistic endeavors. This is the 2nd Boyd, Jr piece they have.

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Recently my mother was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease. This was a shock to us all, but at the same time, we all knew what was going on with her was not normal and we knew the prognosis wouldn't be good. However, since her diagnosis, she has been doing so well and is so much better than she has been in a long time, we are grateful to have something to fight!

My mother has touched many lives in her years of teaching and doing cotillion and the outpouring of support and love has been nothing short of amazing. On one of my trips by to see her after school, she had this Mason jar full of daffodils sitting on the breakfast table. They were so simple and beautiful, the perfect symbol of the person she is and the life she has lead, simple beauty and elegance. They were a gift of the Crosby family. Dr. Kay had come by with her daughters Mollie, Ellie and Maggie, for a visit and brought the flowers to her. The visit meant so much to her, and the gift of the flowers was so telling of what great people the Crosby's are and why they are so connected to my mother and my mother to them.

In a moment of unpreparedness, I snapped a picture of the flowers in the window with my Blackberry and attempted to paint them a day or so ago... I wasn't thrilled with the final result, but the are beautiful to me in their abstractedness and what the represent... who knows, I will probably work on it and give it more definition after it is dry. This would be a first for me since I do not revist a piece after completion.