Isn't this fun? I shot a photo before placing the stencil over the background so you could see how I get the color underneath. I love working with the stencils I think because I am an old printmaker at heart. For me it's always thinking in terms of layers, plates of color underneath and then a unifying plate last of all. Of course you know this is me, my older sister and my mother in these paintings. I'm loving working with the family photos.
In looking at these pictures I am struck by how presentable we always look. My mother made us matching dresses and often she had one as well. We must have made a pretty picture marching along in our outfits.
My sister has been in fragile health for years. After we visited earlier this month she spent nearly 2 weeks in the hospital in her most recent crisis. I think about her all the time. Hi sissy.
I like the way the mother LOOMS in this one. What a responsibility mothers carry. So big and powerful when we were so little and inexperienced. My mother's early life was tragic (born in a mental institution to a mother who was a patient and a father who was her doctor) - she spent 11 years in an orphanage before she was taken home to a family. She had many sadnesses from her experiences that were never her fault and it was not easy for her or for us as her children. She passed away in 1992 so I suppose it is alright to talk about the family secrets now. She was beautiful, kind to all, cared for the sick and was so good to my friends that one of them recently told me that she had a nightmare and all she could think of to find safety was to go to my childhood home and take refuge in my mother's arms. That's a good legacy I think, to leave behind. Love you, mom.