Painting slowed down for a bit in the past month. I spent most of December and some of January attending my mother who fell ill and passed the first week of January. She is the source of my art DNA and my biggest fan. She let (encouraged) my creative spirit when she let me change my clean white-walled room into a pink, orange, and yellow mass of patterns and stripes and a free-form wall. She dared me to try things outside my comfort zone when she said I could have pierced ears only if I pierced them myself (I was 13 and I did it). She’s the one that went to work so I could go to a pricey art college in California. I miss her terribly.