My Mother arrived last night to visit. She is blind so my brother brought her to me. It is hollow, a bit, when your Mother can't see what you paint. Today she is touching my paintings like braille books, perhaps trying to remember the neighbors I portray.
It's been this way for many years, but always strikes me fresh as I witness it.
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lovely photos Maia....Have a great weekend.
My Mother arrived last night to visit. She is blind so my brother brought her to me. It is hollow, a bit, when your Mother can't see what you paint. Today she is touching my paintings like braille books, perhaps trying to remember the neighbors I portray.
It's been this way for many years, but always strikes me fresh as I witness it.
whatever you choose, it's going to be so fun for your little QQ Princess...
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