For some reason, I hadn’t seen her since the end of June. Far longer than our usual get togethers. She is one of the sisters who grew up in a different family. We’d worked together years ago for many years and as with all dear friends, we’ve been through the good, the bad, and the ugly. It was refreshing to see her. When she opened the passenger door to grab the flowers in the console, she said they were “Mom Flowers”….for me. A beautiful little arrangement with some mums, coleus and the sunny centered “Mom Flower”….a daisy like mum.
They had grown in her Mom’s garden and she had moved some to her garden after her Mom passed. She’d put them in the bouquet for me and we smiled both enjoying a lovely moment when her Mother’s memory was tangible.
An adorable, colorful, arrangement, in a repurposed, interesting vase, the next morning the “Mom Flowers” just would not be ignored.
We know I cannot ignore the itch. If left alone, it turns into a big old festering distraction taking up mental space until I capitualate and paint. So I moved quickly to stem the damage to my attention.
On a little piece of paper (4″ x 3 1/2″), I did a quick sketch and a loose watercolor of the “Mom Flower” arrangement. It fell off the brush, attached itself to a card as a thank you and was in the mailbox before the mail was even delivered.
In my usual manner, I posted the picture on my Facebook page. The next day she emailed me, asking if she could purchase it. I apologized and told her it was already on it’s way to it’s new home. And to check her mail.
One of the joys of being an artist is when my art seems to speak to someone. And sometimes, when everything is just right, spirit speaks, and “Mom Flowers” appear.