Monday, March 31, 2008
time to consider
It was very stressful.As in no energy left to climb the metro steps. I think I helped my mother recover from a dangerous pulmonary infection, and got her back home. The sense of dependance of the sick and aged, the cry for ending, the sadness of her brother's death during the weakening.....The familiar country cemetery ( my father rests there, off to the right), a drizzly morning, a branch of mimosa flowers placed simply on the casket, lowered while a corsican chant accompanied our tears.
I did this painting before my trip, but it reflects my emotions.