Oil on Canvas, 50×65 cm
Private Collection
The warmth and tenderness of my mother's hands, which grew these fragrant marigolds, which I carefully placed in an old vase. In contrast, my children, while playing, inadvertently overturned a bowl of fruit.
This painting captures a perfect moment of family life - the deliberate care and love of one generation caring for flowers, juxtaposed with the innocent chaos of the next generation at play. The old vase holds memories and maternal devotion, while the scattered fruit reminds us that life with children is beautifully imperfect. It's a tender homage to mothers, the cycles of family life, and finding beauty in both the planned and the accidental.