My maternal grandmother always made me think of a mountain; immovable, beautiful, with a temperament that could change as quickly as the weather above the timber line. I always wished she could have grown older and passed away while doing something she loved; on the mountain or in her garden, but she passed away suffering from Parkinson’s and dementia the same hour my son was born. This is the goodbye I didn’t get to say 🖤
The Last Watch
Artist
Medium and Substrate
Pen and Ink on Paper
Dimensions
15 1/2" W x 7 7/8" H
Framing
Framed by ArtistTags
Surrealism