Brushstrokes of Remembrance: Creating Art in Grandma's Backyard
My beloved Grandma is transitioning, her time with us drawing to a close. Yet, as I prepare for my upcoming solo exhibition, I find myself drawn to this sacred space where we shared countless moments of laughter, love, and storytelling. It's here, amidst the rustle of leaves and the fragrance of blooming flowers, that I seek refuge to grieve, to remember, and to celebrate. The art I'm creating is more than just a collection of paintings—it's a journey through the memories we've shared in the kitchen that sits in front of the backyard. Hair rolling time was sacred because she would open up and tell me stories of her childhood. The lessons she's imparted and the stories are woven into every strand of hair as I rolled them with the iconic sponge rollers. Each canvas is a testament to her resilience, and the wisdom of flower medicine that I wish I could’ve given her throughout my lifetime. One painting, in particular, holds a piece of her essence—a jar of hair grease with a hibiscus flower emerging from the top. It's a tangible reminder of the moments we spent together, lost in conversation, as I tended to her hair with care and reverence. It’s coupled with the flowers I would share with her as I traveled the world learning more about flowers that would help heal out family’s genetic blood disorder. As I pour my grief, my love, and my gratitude onto the canvas, I invite you to join me on this journey of remembrance and reflection. Through my art, may we honor all of our Grandma's legacy, celebrating the beauty of their lives and the richness of the stories they shared. It’s been healing to freeze time and her stories through my watercolor paintings in her backyard. The closeness to her, calmness of nature, and the feeling of being grounded at my family’s home is my strength in this body of work. This exhibition is more than just a display of art; it is a reminder to cherish the moments we have with our loved ones. It's easy to get caught up in the hustle and bustle of everyday life, often forgetting to slow down and appreciate the fleeting moments that make life truly meaningful.
In addition to experiencing the art that chronicles our shared memories, I invite you to indulge in a unique tea tasting of flowers that heal. Join me in The Catskills Upstate New York in a tranquil home that mimics the essence of Grandma’s house. To RSVP for this solo exhibition on May 25th, visit COME ROLL MY HAIR.