60”x34” oil on canvas.
The sweater my daughter is wearing in this painting was knit by my grandmother for me when I was a child. Generations of babies in our family have worn her sweaters over the years.
She was also a painter. I learned how to oil paint because of her. The easel I paint on was hers.
This painting is meant to honor and acknowledge the lasting familial patterns cast before us and how they can paradoxically offer a safety net at times and an obstacle at others. Some, a comforting embrace. Others, a snare we must free ourselves from.
60”x34” oil on canvas.
The sweater my daughter is wearing in this painting was knit by my grandmother for me when I was a child. Generations of babies in our family have worn her sweaters over the years.
She was also a painter. I learned how to oil paint because of her. The easel I paint on was hers.
This painting is meant to honor and acknowledge the lasting familial patterns cast before us and how they can paradoxically offer a safety net at times and an obstacle at others. Some, a comforting embrace. Others, a snare we must free ourselves from.
