My mother was an artist too. Not that she ever thought of herself as one or earned a living at it, it was more in just how she lived her life. Everything she did, whether it was sewing a quilt or tatting lace or decorating the house or even making lunch she did with her full attention, with the object of making her world a better, more beautiful place. To me that’s the definition of an artist. I owe so much to her, I thank God for her every day. Here’s a short video with more. Happy Mother’s Day everyone! In these strange times let’s keep the ones we love, and the ones who love us, close!
