Very few possessions hold as much meaning to me as the paintings my mom created. Each one is a piece of her—her perspective, her spirit, her love of the world around her. This particular painting captures the view from her porch, overlooking the Pearl River. There was always something special about her art. It carried a folk-like charm, a raw honesty, and a sense of freedom that reflected exactly who she was. I often find myself lost in her brushstrokes, feeling close to her in a way words can't quite express. I sincerely wish she had lived long enough to fill a gallery—her work deserved to be seen, shared, and celebrated.
You can see the porch she looked out from
here.
You can see her inspiration
here, the Pearl River in front of her house.
2 comments:
...a lovely keepsake.
Thank you.
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