My Mother and Mark
The object I chose is a silk pashmina that Marmar bought for me in San Francisco and gave to me on a visit a few weekends ago. Pure silk, pure love. My mother has a large collection of pashminas to chose from to wear to work everyday. So this fabric is like a little piece of both of them, the two people I trust and love most in the whole world. Pure comfort. (This is also the first oil painting I've done in a loooooong time, so at least I had comfortable subject matter to offset any anxiety I had about working the materials.)
And with the explanation, there goes the ambiguity.
Here is a detail:
Just look at the contentment!