This is an older painting. It is of my Mom, Diana. Not really how she looked, but very much how I remember seeing her, when I was a young girl always looking up at her. This painting is about letting go and accepting that she had passed. It is about remembering to be mindful of all the things she tried to teach me; so much of which I have only come to understand through experience in these years without her. That is being an adult, I suppose, realizing that the bitter and the sweet do coincide and only you can balance it for yourself.
She was adorable. ~As all mothers are.
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