Pushing thru

Although I’ve come to terms with my mother’s Alzheimer’s, the progression towards death is an inevitable roller coaster. After another hospitalization from pneumonia, it was apparent hospice … Read more

Purpange

Physically, this is a heavy piece. It’s indicative of the heavy emotions regarding my mother’s Alzheimer’s and her progression. Although robbed of memories, her disposition turned sweet … Read more

All Twisted Up

Thought I was done with dark Alzheimer’s creations, but my mother ended up in the hospital with pneumonia for 6 days. She was lucid, then confused, frightened, … Read more

Peony Petals

After my mother came off hospice, I wanted to create something new for her home. This piece was inspired by peony petals dropping from arrangements. Cut canvas … Read more

Ode to Mom

My mother didn’t willingly forfeit her license or car. When we finally got it away, the Registry of Motor Vehicles told me to destroy her plates. I … Read more

Cracked Marble Plate

After my mom moved into a memory facility, I had to clean out her home. My parents purchased many Cape Cod plates and I brought them all … Read more

Rage

Between covid, my mom’s alzheimer’s and the holidays, I was feeling incredibly angry.

Easter 2020

These paintings are incredibly emotional and I started this method to express my anger and rage towards my mother’s alzheimers. I’ve made a concerted effort to move … Read more

CV Pandemonium Revised

This was my first expression during coronavirus about the anger and fear I felt. I truly believed I would never see either of my parents again and … Read more

Thanksgiving 2019

Planned to create a white base to dry while I visited my mom for Thanksgiving dinner. I played around with dusting paint pigment. I got distracted for … Read more

Tendrils of Destruction

Kept trying to work at this piece. I even tried “framing it with drips”. But it wasn’t until i started slinging the colors of paint I used … Read more

Slinging Sideways

Used scraps of foam flooring to “sling” paint and canvas hung on wall. After it dries, the canvas is rotated. I think i did 6 or 7 … Read more

Scribbling Crayon Stubs

I imagined myself scribbling with blunt end of crayons as I processed my mother’s Alzheimer’s progression.

Losing Focus

Cracking flat paint, shiny semi-gloses, darkness light, all sliding away, then braking. There’s beauty as the colors blend and even in the abrupt lines. Making a conscious … Read more