4×4 inches
Acrylic on paper
Signed and dated on the back
This piece is part of a series of 9 paintings that were created as I processed my emotions about my grandma’s life, her experiences with Alzheimers disease, and her passing. I found a bit of comfort in color and subject: in rendering the simple warmth of everyday objects like a cup of tea or a bouquet of flowers. These works are meant to honor simple moments as they come — even those that are soon-to-be forgotten or those that have long since passed — as they are all the embedded makings of a precious life.
Empty Mug, Unlit Matches is a still-life painting of an empty mug of coffee beside a single tulip and two unlit red-tipped matches. The duality between the mug being drained and the matches remaining unlit — one in its full form, one empty — balanced by the single tulip which lays picked but not yet wilted, honors the beauty and value in each phase of utility and existence.
I selected a coffee cup specifically as they always remind me of my grandma (one of the few joys she held onto longest as her health declined), and the matches with red caps (a very subtle nod to her signature red hair). I painted two matches because years ago I started dying my hair red like hers: and though mine is fake and she was born with hers, it still connected us in a small way.
4×4 inches
Acrylic on paper
Signed and dated on the back
This piece is part of a series of 9 paintings that were created as I processed my emotions about my grandma’s life, her experiences with Alzheimers disease, and her passing. I found a bit of comfort in color and subject: in rendering the simple warmth of everyday objects like a cup of tea or a bouquet of flowers. These works are meant to honor simple moments as they come — even those that are soon-to-be forgotten or those that have long since passed — as they are all the embedded makings of a precious life.
Empty Mug, Unlit Matches is a still-life painting of an empty mug of coffee beside a single tulip and two unlit red-tipped matches. The duality between the mug being drained and the matches remaining unlit — one in its full form, one empty — balanced by the single tulip which lays picked but not yet wilted, honors the beauty and value in each phase of utility and existence.
I selected a coffee cup specifically as they always remind me of my grandma (one of the few joys she held onto longest as her health declined), and the matches with red caps (a very subtle nod to her signature red hair). I painted two matches because years ago I started dying my hair red like hers: and though mine is fake and she was born with hers, it still connected us in a small way.