In 2005, just as mom's dementia was making its unwelcome appearance, she and my stepdad Glen picked, cleaned and made juice out of several pounds of local chokecherries. Careful packaging and sealing kept the juice well frozen for ten years in the deep freeze. Mom passed June 2014. My auntie got the juice from Glen, and I picked it up and transported it to Denver in a cooler so my cousin and I could make syrup from it. We carried on the kitchen canning torch for mom! We began our foray with a new recipe--a fresh cucumber/cilantro Gin&Tonic! --
we are foodies, of course!
Cheers, Mom! Love and miss you always.
My Denver family.
I Love you!!!
(And yes, our goofy photo turned out goofy! Ha!)
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.
- Blessing by John O'donahue
… What a little heart surgery can do for for your art.
I sprayed green copper oxide on parts of the metal foil on the trout art to symbolize the aging of our bodies. And then Mr. mortality showed up in the water reflection as a skull...art isn't always pretty.
As a working artist/retired art educator, I've always lived the artful life. Let's share!