My Mother is the best.
It's now the second week of her artists residency in Hungary! and I can't wait to see what comes from it. My mother taught me some things, I grew up in the heart of London, England and it wasn't easy for the family. My dad comuting to work on bicycle everyday bringing me to school either on the bike or our old tank of a Volvo. I would get picked up by my Mum and at that time she was in school for ceramic art, I remember she always found time to expose me to art wherever and whenever. The importance of art to her was a big thing. A tool to communicate through expression. I remember the first time she told me about Germany's horrible past in the war and acknowledging where I come from and how to heal and respect others. Being in the garden with my Mum I remember how good she was with the earth, her ability to yield the biggest zuccini in the summer time or the smell of lavender and other herbs. She taught me to care for the land. Her mother also being a German from the south and not so well off was able to make the most delicious food and she passed that on to my mother and now my brother and I have the same love for food. These things can be taken for granted but I was privileged to have a mother that could share that knowledge.
The thing is could go on and on but words aren't my language. Here is a painting of my Mother on her wedding day ❤ thank you Bernadette Pratt I chose well.