I have just finished a portrait of my mother.
Until I reached the age of 24, I was nourished by her unconditional love. And now, in these strange Corona times, more than ever I felt a huge need for her cheerful energy and positivity. I felt I just had to paint her!
I found a tiny black and white snapshot from an old box, took a canvas and got started by means of a deep dive into the beautiful memories I have of her. The colour of her skin, her bright blue eyes, her smile and her optimism. Red roses, her favourite flower, I could use for a background. All these details of her surfaced again. And what happened next was a gift. With every day that I worked on her portrait she came to life more and more. As if she was here again. And actually, now that the portrait is finished, I still feel her presence. That is so nice! It really helps. Thanks mum!