Sitting with the Grandmother
The old woman sits before me. Touching my hand. Holding me in her gaze, the ancestral lineage of grandmothers pouring into my heart. Her patience, born of endless rounds of time and living. Love born of birthing and dying. She witnesses All. She has been All. She is All. I want her to teach me. I pray I can grow into her. This is my first painting on canvas. Original Painting acrylic on canvas 90x90cm 2014
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