My Mother grew up on Beacon Hill in Boston. Her father was a banker. In the painting I have tried to convey both her composure and her fragility.

Her long hair which reached to her waist carefully twisted into a bun. The way she usually wore it. Framing the blur of her face precisely.

A profusion of flowers surrounds her in the garden, but her attention is focused on one tiny clump of violets. She is using a small brush and the kind of watercolors that children use nowadays. A box with numerous colored squares which must be moistened to make the pigment usable.

Her careful watercolor. The bright squares of color in the box of watercolors. The flowers in the garden. Tulips, daffodils, narcissus, hyacinths painted wildly in my style. I am very pleased with the work.

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