One of the most significant women in my life has been very ill recently, and may yet not make it. She's in her 80s but somehow has always seemed vibrant and indomitable. To see her as she is, after a major stroke, a shrunken tiny figure in a hospital bed, is to challenge the huge presence she has been for me. I made this page to show how I will always think of her - vivid and bright, funny and just plain wonderful. A mother in her way, a sister, a FRIEND.
It started as a simple page of pink paint, to which I added some of the brightest scraps of collage material I could find. The black line really makes helps the collage jump off the page, as you can see below from the ones I've not outlined yet.
Then of course there has to be a face - or something human - on every page, I find it sort of grounds the art somehow, and reminds me that my work is about people, and the lived human experience we share.
Then out of me came what I wanted and needed to say. It is a kind of cry of protest against the gradual extinguishing of such an intense life force.
This is the finished page - I think, I hope I have done justice to an outstanding, amazing woman. I have been blessed to have her in my life for 30 years ... and that's what I want to treasure.
Yet at the same time I have to keep watch by her side as the light fades, and walk with her to the end. Its the last gift I can give her.