I didn't quite get the basket of flowers at the top of this page finished in time! But had to put them up as my mother always said my painted roses looked like pink cabbages! So I wanted to do some pink cabbages especially for her.
This is my mum. She was born with a paintbrush in her hand. Painted just about every day. We grew up with the smell of turps in our nostrils (mother was an oil painter). Everywhere we went, mother would take her little leather suitcase full of all her drawing and painting utensils.
We'd stop frequently, and mother would take out her pecils and drawing pad and set up the easel - and away she'd go. She was very good at drawing quick impressions of things.
It's a bit sad now, though, as mother has macular degeneration and can't paint or draw any more. All the things she used to draw and paint with such passion- are now covered in fog.
These are some of mother's paintings.
Happy Mothers Day, Mother.