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| My Mother's Mason Jars Soft Pastel on Wallis Paper with a red watercolor underwash My mother was a canner. And I being the only daughter, with four brothers...was her assistant...sometimes willing and regrettably, sometimes not. Those were hot sweltering summers in Pennsylvania peeling peach after peach and pitting cherries. I did some canning when the children were small and Mike had a massive garden...or I would have Mabel a sweet grandma to our family do it for me and I'd give her half! Best deal ever! Now, my mother's mason jars are filled with paintbrushes and dirty water. I hope she will understand. I like to think she would be knitting beside me as I paint if she were able...and she'd be cheering me on every step of the way...after all, she was my biggest cheerleader ever! |
My return to fine art; telling the stories of every day life. Painting people and the places they touch.
9/17/13
My Mother's mason jars Day 17
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