A Dream

Last night, I dreamed of my mother.

We talked and laughed…and she was herself again, untouched by the effects of dementia.

Earlier that day I had been working on a print of this piece. I had painted the original not long after she passed, part of the grieving process and it was the second in a three-part series exploring the effects of time and memory. I poured lots of love into this piece.

What a treat it was to be with her last night, even if it was just a dream.